I choose a blue fabric
that’s smattered with golden stars
It’s the blue of the sea
if it were washed twice.
I remember you on the phone
murmuring in Malyalam
You approve something, I can tell,
And it is done.
The blue will never work.
To brighten up our lives.
Red always works, says Cosmopolitan
I find a red that’s the shade of wine
Part violet, part red, the colour of grand histories
Cloaked in intrigue, romance, and blood.
With you I had resisted the pull
of my phone ringing incessantly.
Kissing urgently, I still wondered
When I would be able to return that call.
Red the shade of wine
Would not stain us in constancy.
I notice the subtle pink then
with lace work so symmetrical
It reminds me of the gardens in France
I am yet to see.
I remember when you moved away from me
To attend another call
A longer discussion this time.
How I had almost lost you.
Pink will arrest your attention.
Perhaps it’s even your favourite colour.
I colour at the memories of your smile, after,
When you lay spent beside me; I was your favourite person, then,
For one second there, you thought of nothing but me.
For just that second, I was all you had on your mind.
We ignored phone calls, even the world, then,
As somewhere, someone, would have lit a cigarette,
Celebrating our moment of turning a blind eye to the universe
As we painted our own destiny.
That’s the colour I want to buy
In a fabric that will shape memories and stretch a moment.
Shopping for a colour to seduce you with
I will your awareness of me again
Single-minded and focussed only on our mutual pleasure
I have to find a hue that will define our togetherness.
What colour would encircle our desire
Warm and wet as a wave from a sun-kissed sea?
A shade that will brand us
As the generous and greedy lovers we had been with each other.
I linger over colours, fabrics, prints, and patterns
But no material in the world will suit what I have in mind.