Colorsss
This poem was submitted to an online poetry contest, winning second prize - the theme - Color. The irony is that I've never been stoned or high, I simply sat down and began to write.
The colors melted down the wall, my mushroom love - fluid.
The King of Pentacles laughed, his green eyes sensual, his round black velvet tummy solid and his sighemitted the sound of the financially secure. He popped another gem in his mouth.
I could not see the sunshine, the yellow gold mist of sensation all around me – a burst of blue then a slide…
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