unintended

ring a ring-o-roses
a pocket full of posies
a-tishoo, a-tishoo
we all fall down.

the touch of your fingertips on my trembling eyelids will remain vivid
but, still.
in those stolen moments of reverie i danced an\other untangling tango
only this time, i return to no one.
with a relieved sigh i turn in slumber and mouth:
"colour me beautiful, or colour me null"