Day #8: Describe a color without using the name of that color
Bubbly and Soapy and you see me at the corners of your eyes, but I am not at a primary state
Roses like to hold my name, but I am nothing like that puncture from that thorn.
I’m in your lips, in parts of your tongue. Sometimes on your nails and between your teeth.
I taste like cotton candy and smell like grapefruits. I erase the mistakes we’ve made and I help with yours.
I can dance on my toes for you, and I stereotype of the feminine, although I like men too.
You can hear the ocean in me if you hold me close, while I stick to you like watermelon juice.
I open like a lotus when you touch me. I bloom rarely like the sweetness of cherry blossoms
But I give myself, bathe in my lake and waterfalls of the blue moon