Original Poem
Original Art
Melt.
MELT
blue popsicle dripping
red high heels racing
orange peels pulling back
black mascara running
white marigolds blooming
pink backpacks buckling
yellow station wagons
brown waist length hair
purple mesh nightgowns
green lips singing
lavender feathered boa
And those indigo eyes
asking me, if I’d take off
her golden necklace.
baby; I am melting
for you.