Sensation, show your yellow affection

so earnest,

so purple and so whole

of all that you are.

You pat and rub and lean

and I can feel your collarbone on mine, and

your chin

your chin is on my shoulder

as your red trails down your cheek.

Your blue perfume is in my pink nose as

orange wraps around my ribcage

and the green ferments

in your rising chest.

The world rests on your back

and with the fall of my own,

we hold it together in technicolor.