Shades of Blue of a Young Synaesthesia Woman
Blue is her colour
And always will be.
She is blue through and through
Is this young synaesthesia woman
Blue from her head to her delicate toes.
Her every curve and move are thoroughly blue
As she sashays her way down rue Batignolles.
When I think of her, I think of blue
When we first met, her halo shone of shimmering bleu celeste
Her eyelashes, eyebrows and long lush hair of colbert
Cradles her porcelain face in delicate shades of azure.
Her lips are a deep and sensuous ultramarine
That whisper words of love with a soft kiss.
Her smoky sapphire eyes shine as they mix the colours of her being
Every word she writes is a delicate shade of indigo -
Each word spoken, dipped in the most subtle tones of glorious zaffre.
When she smiles, it is one of cerulean
Like a bright clear sky without a cloud in sight.
When she sings, the notes dance to the rhythm of turquoise delight.
Blue is her colour
And always will be.
She is blue through and through
Is this young Synaesthesia woman
As she sashays her way down the Batignolles
Captivating all who come her way.