Touched my hand to hers,
Our colors mingled.
She smiled back at me.
There blossomed cherry red buds,
Between her cheeks and dimples,
So real that I could taste it’s delight.
Oceans were latticed in her eyes,
And courageous woman was sailing,
I felt the wind on my face.
Years of experience was setteled,
and silenced the lips of her,
making them dark and pale.
But she was a rainbow to me,and I was her clouds.
The first face this face saw,
The first colour I became.