The Color of We

Her bronze skin draws me in like sweet caramel-tasting intuitions.

The gods in the bluest of heavens have blessed me.

She is undoubtedly scientifically impressively crafted;

so, I’m going to take my time without smoking this Purple Haze.

I must live in this moment truthfully without disruption.

I begin undressing her slowly with just my eyes,

wiping the fog from my glasses produced by this unstoppable radiating heat,

daring my body to speak the truth.

I find myself lost inside her African femineity,

craving to explore her underneath my precious blue heaven.

But I already know the cost of loving her bronze hue laced with red undertones,

and it is money well spent.

My soul leaves my body and astral projects just above.

I am my own voyeur.

But I see myself melting into a caramel-colored ball of confusion

as the sun starts to set into a blueish reddish sky.

So, I call on her yellows

and dismiss any thought of her mahogany fellow

before the moon turns to blue.

She does not mind.

Now I’m okay with simply caressing

the light brown freckles on her arms one at a time.

I whisper, “Babe, it’s fine if your breath becomes this glowing mist

covering every square inch of my brownish body.”

We lay reminiscing over the gold and silver streaking embers of her eyes;

they would change to those days

when our hellos turned into a golden morning meadow.

Creamy waterfalls can’t help but fall from her butterscotch love.

My warm, palpitating, full brownish lips

savoring every drip of her whatnots in one sitting.

I wish we would’ve met when we were merely stardust in a colorless atmosphere

without any racial prejudicial color structure

that this cold world we live in can muster.

I’d been lusting for the taste of her bronze hue for quite some time.

God bless the indigo coloration of this world.

I officially place her inside of my golden world

without batting an eye.

This is when the colorless raindrops cease

and tears stop.

Matrimonial holding ensues until she’s fast asleep in my arms.

Calm. Safe. At ease.

And dark sultry night skies become nothing more

than a dreamy whisper of she.

This is the color of we.