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