THE LOVERS ATTEMPT TO DISCOVER EACH OTHER

"Azure...are you sure?"

Surely blue's...just...blue!

We just let the sky...be...sky.

Refuse to pin an adjective
on it.

"An onion?"
" I hate 'em an' all its minions!

We float on a sea
of green green grass.

Roses chat with the trees
shooting the breeze

nodding in agreement
with everything the wind says.

The words are all
used up.

Useless for what
we feel.

We communicate in
kisses...caresses.

Bodies speak
for themselves.