She’s bathed in neon colors,

each one a symbol of our pride.

Red for her courage,

Orange for her curiosity,

Yellow for her wit,

Green for her morality,

Blue for her spirit,

Indigo for her depth,

Violet for her devotion.


She smirks,

A spark beneath her eyes

that buzzes my bones,

drawing my scattered mind

from the emerald heavens,

to her soft hands,

cradled around my callouses.


Our hearts align,

fairy lights hissing in the distance.


What a glorious sin,

I muse,

Breathing Her in



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