Skin like chocolate almond diamonds,
lips a tawny port, they pout –
they speak other language
she has oft’ written
of the splay of the neck to the shoulder –
the heavenly slope of that ride

I love her best in primary colors,
something new in any turn
so goodbye melange,
it’s back to red-blue-yellow
and the exciting possibility of new greens

Chagall 2018

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