If color

If color had a taste, then
your eyes would get caught in my throat -
(``synest- _what_?!``  "Here, take this.")
  And my lips would be golden, belong.

The sky cries in blue feeling,
understand, overpower(ing)
It could be summer,
the nights could be long

If... ,my life would be sweetness
purple words as your skin
clouds like   that fade in the day.
Red...and tangiest trust to bell on.
Language.

(..is music is memory is rainbows of flavour is
something we're missing
missing
machine)

Your autumnal leaves blow in the equinox wind
green held to my mouth and, listen (baby)...
Rainforests blond beyond honey, the sea.
more than a dream, salty but deep (and I do belong)
                                  (    I do belive that,we - )

If color had taste then your poetry
would feel sort of a peach, and smooth as
a nectarine    and
my body would rest here,
  this would belong.

			-- E(lipse