My eyes drink deep, drunk on coloured information.
Grass green gifts me its verdant freshness -
unless I swim, I shall drown in this ocean of matter.
Sky blue radiates skyness through and through
and when our planet turns away from the sun,
darkness envelops, save for the sequin stars,
which send their stellar rays down into my being.
Roses red scatter precious petals promiscuously
around the garden,
alighting on paths various surrounding the bed.
We lie, luxuriously, on this, our mattressed temple,
carnal divinity vibrates with the ecstasy of friction.
The fragrances of multiplicity waft waywardly past
and my senses are overwhelmed.