The color that stirs my blood

There you sit!
At the corner outlet,
you fashionista,
of few years late.

Holding a palette,
a disheveled brush,
a blue denim skirt
and a black beret.

Matching your outfit,
you paint all fabric
that surrounds you
with deep sea water.

You play with tones,
from sky to treetops
in gradient terms
you feed my sight.

A monument's roof top
rain rendered verdigris,
the shell of unborn robins,
a gemstone for fortune.

No wonder I vowed
to stare your colored eyes,
given a mouth of smart
and a sweetest heart.

I smile, swing a hand
across my pale forehead
then quicken my step
to horde your pieces.

Please dress me with
the meating of oceans,
where packed sea water
feast on the other colors.

Reflecting only you,
and me too.