Goddess of Color, the Stars and Moon,
Glides her brush across her womb.
With scarlet red and hues of gold,
She calls her Orange, her first to hold.

There is a place where rivers flow,
My fertile chest, her flowers grow.
The taste of honey, sweet romance;
Carving valleys, our bodies dance.

Vivid petals bloom and trace,
colors dance, uniquely placed.
Swirls of vibrant hues surround;
whispered beauty, made no sound.

Violets bloomed across your skin, “They’re beautiful,” you said,
“Water them with wood and sin, break me like I’m bread.”

Scarlet flags and misplaced trust,

Little pills and twilight rust.

Empty sofa, monochrome,

Skeletons dance, rattling bones.