it begins with slits in our skies,
wonderstruck dreamers immerse
in an emerald abyss.
myriad brilliance alights,
his sundry troubles of madness.
cozen our introverts;
only to become lonely in debt.
we lay in a thickness of swamp,
as he fastens rubies to my silhouette.
amethyst air puffs slip
from pink lips of struggling cherubs
determined to stay afloat.
she unearths a black pearl,
swelling with doubt as she bloats.
an ebony forest of pine
rests in his eyes,
caustically nourishing the blue of her mind.
the slits peel softly away and we
imbibe on perilous malachite we left behind.