My brush is full of
fall-in-love hues.
cinnamons and cardamom,
rich garnets buried inside rocks
that have yet-to-be cracked
open.
my hand is full of
tiny thoughts,
the color leather & lapis
lazuli,
where the south is leaning up her chin
to give the north a kiss.
I'm going to
present you with the colors
like a row of
exotic spices-
expensive, condensed, the palate,
this palette,
of every world I can see you
in.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC
My brush is full of
fall-in-love hues.
cinnamons and cardamom,
rich garnets buried inside rocks
that have yet-to-be cracked
open.
my hand is full of
tiny thoughts,
the color leather & lapis
lazuli,
where the south is leaning up her chin
to give the north a kiss.
I'm going to
present you with the colors
like a row of
exotic spices-
expensive, condensed, the palate,
this palette,
of every world I can see you
in.