Odourless chrysantemums

[Jerrybaldy]

The pink chrysanthemum in your split ends,
black choker, white neck, purple vena cava,
red lipstick mimicking vulva
blue eye shadow
captures your disposition.
I lounge in a sepia deep end
with chlorine eyes
a bloodied milk to your gloss.
Let's walk in monochrome
to various shades of beach,
white moon, black sea, grey sand.
We can make love in an old movie,
flicker as you arrive.
Blue sky days and hammer heads
indefineable.
What colour is this circle
we spin around?
Lets draw ourselves in crayons
with wonky eyes
and Lowry bodies.
I know your numbers dot to dot,
your pink chrysanthemum,
she loves me,
she loves me not.