in the conservatory,
with the walls enshrouded in black,
she walks in.
yellow slippers snick across the floor,
and a red skirt fans out around her knees.
an orange long-sleeved shirt completes her outfit
the colours merging
like a phoenix in the middle of summer.
her hair is a shade of brown that glitters ginger
in the reflection of
and he has never seen anything quite so
and she smiles, a shy smile,
with the grace of a planet.