Purple smoke circles
Out of my red mouth
Making circles in
My pink tongue stuck out
Bringing a shaded sparkle
To the hue
Of my peach skin
Drawn in charcoal pencil
The smoke barely visible
A wave of monochrome
Forms crimson clouds
In white daylight for me
Color is the composition of calmly cool
Every color describing the beauty
Of you in the blue scenery
In my sketches of you smoking peacefully