My lilting fingers trace the blurry shades of blue
Black locks swim and swing and swoon
The hot orangesicle sunshine drips onto my dreams
While the radio whizzes to a lilting coon
I dip under the blue, swimming in the crystal cyan gleams
Limbs dance to the rhythms of the shy waves
They bashfully sway as I sink, bubbles floating toward the sky
My paper white body bobbles and bathes
The sky dims and the pool fades to an indigo dye
Dipping in and out, I wish to remain
Peace it fills, ever still and true
Memories sift through my brain
My lifeless fingers trace the blurry shades of blue
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Bathe in Color
RomanceParis Wills is a dreamer. His father always said he got it from his mom, an artist who was unlike any other. Her virtue was painting, and Paris' is poetry. No matter where he is, Paris finds inspiration for his poems. In the summer after his sophom...
