The White of You and Me

milky smooth and
cream skinned white
(richness hanging from me

my every command)

your crocheted cap
does nothing
to distract your eye
from the milky white

and pink and blue and peach
and yellow
of the colours of my eye

my new eye,
(you must smell my milky white
and wonder
why i'm with you

why am i with you)

the papers here
are white like my skin
cut corners like my skin

move this
because there is nothing

either i or you can do
to eleviate the milky smooth

of difference between us