Shade

You are the toasted yellow of a duvet beneath an open window on a cold rainy spring night, the sage and earth of a favourite book on a sun-warmed park bench, the indigo and silver of a street dance under a midnight full moon, the red and gold of a fiery kiss, a stolen touch, your skin on mine. This is the spectrum of my world, a secret garden vibrant and light; in every moment, you are my favourite colour.

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