With U

Coming home Mr. Klimdt
gold colored memories
fair skin and all the vanities
upside down rainbows
as death hovers down
into the horizon
bones and all - around
the trickled dark blue view
nothing makes sense
but I feel true with you.

Hello Mrs. Picasso
your eyes are here and there
a reflection of my stare
red then black then bronze
my song is dear to the lost
guitars and all - around
vibration color from brazen lips
alleyways and tunnels
I will take this long trip.

With you..