The Water’s Boiling Colors of Love

Such jasper love—her ivory soul. I touch teal—a jasmine
Rose. We dance—a sullen joy; and aqua green, a moment
Fair. And sweet apricots, a grove of love. She nibbles, pink
And coy—the nectar drips. Oh what a marvelous blouse;
And oh the smile. My sun to flower, a petal fey; and ocean
Blue, a burnish grey. Here’s an orange, my violet love; and
Jungle webs, flood the soul. Our dance, a spider’s legs; and
Lemon tang, a gesture soft. Such is love, a khaki beige; and
Oaken roots, a pinch of sage. The heart is maize, a mango
Peach; indeed, the mind, a wave to curve. And drift the grey,
A purple-blue, the vox of wind, a mystic glue. In truth, a
Smile, as pure as day, the pride of brown, a color fey. And
Jasper love, a melic stream, a waking thought, an aqua dream.
Indeed the feel, a cultured prayer, a daisy tear, a chiseled flare.