Life lived in silvers and greys,
Nothing as vivid as a black or white.
Echoes in empty hallways,
Whispers from an empty bed.

Long ago you said you loved me,
But I was too lost to hear you.
Unable to accept that a man had said it.
Take back all the time I wasted.

In a disconnected minute I see you again,
Take my hand and hold it to your cheek.
Daring myself to take that step,
Open my eyes and see you for the first time.

Fires burn from deep inside,
Catching on browns from Iris and crown.
Slowly your lips move closer,
Then colour erupts from all around.

Soft and smooth and pressure lasting,
Inhaling scent and heat with every lip parting.
Woken to who I am meant to be,
By love and the first kiss a man ever gave me.