It comes in shades of blue,
Bright cool skies and thinking of you
You are the song stuck in my head
I know none of your verses but sing your chorus like hymn,
Like it means something.
A pastel blue button down that clenches your neck,
Adjust it ever so and it makes me blush.
How do buttons being undone undo me so completely?
The royal blue fan I imagine I'd use to obscure my face, in another time, a far off place.
It comes in shades of Pink.
Innocent rosy cheeks of infatuated me, that pit in the stomach of you who cannot articulate hunger.
A strapless dress hugging as tight as you wish you could, in an aura of pearl.
Lips. Pink and bitten, held between teeth, they are nervous and eagar.
It comes in Lilac,
Flowers given in place of a promise,
Tea steaming and splattered on my thigh,
My grip slipped.
The smell of soap as I sing to myself lost in thought,
Water running warm on my back,
La la la la la
A blinding burst of yellow,
When desire is traded for companionship and I can enjoy you with no guilt,
When complications trade for a small vacation of wondering,
What if, what if
It is shades of Red,
Deep light that watches through the long nights,
When I am here with you,
Fire that stretches out and pulls back in,
Shades of brilliant orange flame embrace you like a halo.
And when all the lights are out, and all I can hear is the sound of your deep sleep, the only colors I see are the translucent shades of moonlight on us, softening lust to something like love.
Like love, darling.