Mrs. Roy G. Biv

dressed in black, I write to you shades of blue flicker across my face while I lay in my bed I see a drop of a rose red hue roll gently down your face a green olive swirls in a martini glass grey smoke fumes from my nostrils craving your breath in my lungs once more I sink my ivory white teeth into your fleshy forbidden thigh a groan of pleasure escapes from your beating bosom cast me out of your room and from your life before the demonic darkness in my eyes is illuminated by dancing rays of light red orange yellow green blue indigo violet fire flows from points on your body near your face throat and hand it reminds me of Peace and the violence of war soon swiflty floods my veins sleep now my precious winged creature never to awake and tell of your sweet dreams of horned mountain goats which lead you up the path of light no need for out of my devious black iris seeps a tear tinted rose red which brings knowledge to my soul and fire to my heart