With cut-green eyes and engorged purple mind,
A blue-heart almost pumps despite being pestled by their white-light certainty.
Only black-life words rage against sun-sick yellow age,
Red-love lips signal orange-tang spirit contradicting
An inability to mauve beyond C’s peerless beating pink breast.
I, in my envy, languish in a colourless, limbless limbo
Watching in awe, a rainbow arc of a joie de vivre
And mooning over an indifferent loathing
of a beauty out of reach of wildest imaginings.