Mrs DaVinci?

MY own stab @ a World's Wife (Carol ann Duffy) style poem

Yellow, the flowers that filled my room
To pay the ransom for the heart I stole
Blue jeans bought a size you thought I was, secretly
longing for the moment you'd peel them off
Brown, the meat I roasted faithfully whilst you
Were with her. Painting her you said
Red lipstick fervently crayoned on for your return
Red ribbon. Red lingerie. Gone from the cupboard
You gave me black at Christmas
Green grass stains on the shirts I washed for you
Too cold for picnics you told me
Pink. The lipstick on your collar.
The acrylic pink of her smile, taunting me from the garage
Golden wedding bands. Never exchanged.
Not your style. Too soon. Too cheap. Too busy

Her White skin. Porous canvas.
The rainbow on the palette made just for your time with her.
White snow, beneath our window.
Now blue, green, yellow, pink

Red.