Green as blood, repugnant pink, sophist blue — blueish? Silk-soot-shine, grey as wanting eyes. Red is just what it is: love, loathing, fast cars. Heat as in indigo, maroon marine and sea of seas of high water. Tan, because it becomes you and your ruby smile. Lame as lime, your arguments won’t sway me or my magenta cravings. Parallel lavender, ivory or white, I doubt my colours and your claims, damn, damn, damn down under my pocketful of lies. And indifferent cyan — just for kicks.
