waqt :: time

The colors,
sorry,
the xolors of you
are blue, true,
and fuschia pink,
strrreaked neon-like
in the sunlit sky,
and cherry-red
explosions
popping in me,
and green so mean,
and sweet orange ice.
Baby, you’re
the xolors of me.

© 3 Jan 2009, Heather Quinn