Just Another Rainbow Poem

Over my garden
arches the border
of a vanilla
Art Nuveau
window
 
It kisses the lip
of a tender conch shell
not quite washed up
from the cosmic ocean
 
A crimson claw spills wine
upon a sliver
of the king's robe
which electrifies it
 
It is a gasaeous spark
bejewelled in pure
emerald
droplets