Since meeting you, every man is in black and white. Sometimes grey but they all look the same. Your color is the only thing my eyes care to see. I dont mind, your a golden rainbow soaked in whiskey. At times to bright to see so i do my body a favor and close my eyes. Use my hands to fondle the layers your made of. Listen to the goosebumps break accross my skin as they remember you. The promise we made to each other and required process. Your intoxicating and bold, never a slurr to your words. So i happily trip over myself and make room for mistakes. Flaws you paint as perfection and importance. Together in black and blues, we let our crimson spill from me to you. Knowing that creating colors is all we are here to do.
Sounds like love to me.