Colours

As a child I had a 'coloured' nurse
(actually I'm coloured too - I'm pink) .

Perhaps that's why I've always loved dark ladies:
their skin needs no bronzing, burning sun
and their lips are sooooo kissable!
(Mine are thin - unappealing I imagine.)     

I once made love to a 'mulata'
on an overnight Mexican train.
The cactus-ridden desert slid on by
un-accusingly, as we lay
beneath a brightly 'coloured' blanket.

Next day, enthralled,
I asked her to to come to England,
but she was bound for the U.S. -
more opportunities there, I guess...

Thirty swift years later
I met a white South African
who said that his idea of God
was a beautiful 'coloured' lady
(one mustn't say black,
though it's fine to say white)     
and he was a conservative!

In the long term, racial integration
will be due to a huge
attraction of opposites.
Our great, great, great grandchildren
will be coffee-coloured
and therefore unprejudiced.

In Cuba and Brazil (among other places)    
this process is already going on.

I would have liked to join in,
but I'm afraid Naomi Campbell
never noticed me...