Textured rainbows

Spicy shades on plush rugs,

blue against red can never be enough.

Violet contingents grow so supple,

both leaf to sky and root below,

In cotton, wool or cord interwoven,

the traders bounty surmounts.

Gems, both pristine and caustic;

Powders, explosive or intoxicating.

Not of age his style is made,

by mixed scents; perfume she adorns.

Dressed to defy suggestions,

in naked and mixed tongues.

Her first and his becoming,

the solid state is fluid’s grace.

His knowing and her defining,

turquoise, and green so chosen.

Her deep red hue,

Found his rich blue;

their purple feign,

the colored reign.