I always choose to notice his colors
they make him who he is
a cosmic blue, a sparkling blond, a pink from my favorite sunset.
creeping into my view as we first meant

tinted lights tease me as I begin to stare
a luminous glow you've achieved
just being alive
just standing there

if I could only touch you
but one can't touch a color
can't touch a mood or feel
can't touch a rhythm beating in the ears

I realize you are beauty
but please understand
you must find someone able to wield the living colors in their hands
because me,
well, I'd only drown