The reds, the greens, the yellows, the pinks
Endless are the hues in that I await
For a glace, for a touch
On this day, for a splendorous display.
It's my chance, to catch the skin
To holdon, to cling, to add that bit of dash
To linger in the air, to disperse at will
To wash down, in steaks, at will.
In your eyes I see the mirth
In your feets I see the dance
In your hands, I feel myself
At your disposal, for dispersal.
