Breathing in teal on a warm summer night
Gyrating splash of malachite
Cutting through pineapple sunshine drizzle
Lathering pink scent of clementine fizzle
Why are my thoughts so loud?
Why are my dreams so bright?
I can't say it out loud
That I see songs with my eyes
Poetry in the light
And faces in the clouds
Number 5 is cloaked in chlorophyll green
Chartreuse and shades of evergreen tree
Thursday is charcoal dark indigo smoke
Festooned with ash of midnight plum
Saturday shimmers: lemon creamsicle sun
Tinting Sunday's warm honey-oat tones
August tastes like orange and beer
Letter F is porcelain mint leaf-hued
Letter Q with her orchid roseate veneer
Curved punk rock poster child curlicue'd
And number 1 is pale iced daffodil cold
2's Valentine heart red, 3's marigold
Tasting bubbling songbird aqua July
Swimming in creepy crocodile green eyes
February smells of salmon rose glow
Of moonlit shadows dancing on snow
Why is that song so round?
Why is this word so light?
I can't say it out loud
That I see perfume with my eyes
Phosphene fireworks at night
And taste caramel in the clouds
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