Chrome

Inside I am all gray, the outside filled with color.
Patterns of purple and orange, the surface is torn,
as if I am another.

The grays will stay, fade like the day as the values
are eclipsed. But colors leap with vivacity,
when a kiss is on my lips.

Strange and uncommon, the sublime automatics...
Along came the lights, lipid texture and aromatics,
testing reflective intensity.

At the height of the epiphany, the orgasmic sounds of divinity
effect my walls of my heart. Chromatics flow in,



Then I will fall,
not think at all,
when i depart,
just think of my art...

Please hang it on your wall.