crayon blue    caught in the rain with you   circling puddles and jumping kerbs and so full of you      sleeping through    thunder, late lunch and flu   waking up wishing I had a handful of truth for you   wishing I weren't all secrets and clues to you      strange little chaotic spirals of black and white   nowhere to start or to end      stood on my head and looked down at the sky   all trilling toes and a ditsy orbit of stars   you were my beautiful looking-glass   and I your cartoon heart      worn unscrewed    playing at puzzle glue   fitting these pieces together into the shape of you      you'd see through    all of my peacock moves anyway   how can I make this short cut seem long to you?   how can I make these old lines sound new to you?      ditchwater leftovers   too many shades of grey   only three colours to choose