Rainbow

The dust hasn't settled, it's damp from the rain

Oh how dust flies in wet air aching hearts filled with pain! 

Me a woman old, you a man much older, 

Both broken from nights of shared terror, you are my beholden. 

I hear a crowd of twisted noises, approaching from afar

Shouting, shouting to me Or to you? It's difficult to say. 

They come unfurling rainblow flags, hairs dyed in Vibgyor, 

Woman kissing woman, man kissing man, 

A pretty sight, rarely seen in places of public so galore. 

There is no threat in sight, only love: no stampede, no violence, no crookery, 

Many hearts worn on sleeves. 

We walk into the crowd, you a man, me a woman, 

And you hold me close, sweep me in your arms and shower me with kisses, 

The only man and woman to do so. 

Love flies in the wet air, mingling with damp dust

As for a moment we forget our many nights of shared terror.