You keep spinning in blue loops
And your golden bellybutton keeps quaking by yellow laughter
like curios mulberry dragonflies, we don't try to, we just understand the body language of you and I
we build a chartreuse harmony
even bitter red jealousy
couldn't vandalize the sparkling love we make between my golden thighs
our colours matched and came alive
as a true dream of a purple five-o-five
But
is this a crack?
Why does cold arctic air come trough?
what could it be could it be you?
And suddenly
the colours erupt