Color Theory

Mildly erotic. This is about my Tiger-God...

I took the stripes from your face

   And placed them on my pressure points –

Pressed your polka dots to our secret place.

            From the sky to the water,

               From my red to your blue

    Let us modify this color wheel

And hang me next to you, while we swim

       Through the orange, deep, around your eyes.

As the static blinks

             And the lights begin to slow

I call out your name to my curtains –

                 Oh! To leap forward through time to

         Your bedside:

   Soon you will never pull out of me.