Hue
The Hue
the main property of
color from which your
lips left behind clusters of
ideas and notions
was not processed by my brain first
rather, unsuspecting lips.
There was no logic behind it
no formulas, rather,
a RED
deep Saturation
amongst
strangers leaving behind brisk blue streaks.
Our hue, that first kiss
it’s Lightness
brightness
both,
deafening.
On a contrasting
day
at the same venue
with the same
Brisk
Blue
Streaks
you positioned my face
in such a manner
and
The Hue
left behind
was that of the
painting color theory
a pure
color
no shade
no tint
I was painted
as were your lips
obliquely on my face
thus, varying arts
were created
on 2 separate days
with one brush stroke
of your lips
and the position
spoke volumes
subtlety
even
to those
Brisk
Blue
Streaks
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