The colors of my mind run together, tongue to tongue like child lovers left unchaste owning knowledge far too soon heart to heart and taste to taste in a closeness long unkind bleeding together from the start while only half in bloom. The promised rainbow blurred and broken like a sunrise offered to the blind whose eyes see only what I see inside my mind. The reds and yellows, blues and greens form thunder clouds unlined writhing, twisting into a virginity denied tossed and sifted mixed but unrefined chaoticly become a shade of one (inside me) overdone. A palate of mud a toxic brown a spilled inkwell of day old blood.