Exotic Forest

Here’s an orchid, my love; and such medium blue; and deep
Azure, a purple grey. We sipped bisque, and spoke violet;
And something cried—our hearts. My cyan-beige, a tawny’s
Dream; and such dark fey, a biblic sky. Inhale the firebrick;
And dance the firebrand; for indigo, our intuition. Something
Screams, a fallen muse; and something’s harsh, a fuchsia love.
We never lived, and sorely died; and tropic fruit, a ‘dyllic eye.

My starling soul, adrift an art; and teal-ic blue, a graphic
Mind; and linen pearl, a fair goodbye; for spellic trance, a
Cryptic cry; and misty rose, an olive wish: a puffy peach, a
Subtle rift. Indeed the pulse, a cellar soul; and jasmine pale,
A thistle gold. Such tropic peace, a turtle green; and avatar,
A passion dream. Chameleon art, a tragic gift; for steady
Heart, a fallin’ pith; and hoatzin stream, an aqua flight; and rising
Hawk, a woman’s sight.