Colorama in my head and I wish it could infect this page.
Curse my lonely lack of creativity.
Love and art have always been married in my lifetime.
You float somehwere off in the distance,
Lithe and oblivious to one of the most
Intensely romantic lovers in this universe, babe.
And so it goes, lone, earthbound,
A fish gazing through the mirror
At images unattainable.
Enticing till death.