since you

Your cyan of motions crashed into my planet of solitude, landing point-blank in my vapor of apprehension. Aberrations mingled. Rain insisted. Polarity dissolved. Dipping into my sea of stagnation, your brushstrokes whispered the impossible. I learned of color that tore me to tears— a spectrum I had never known. You nourished my sepia— now bucolic, bearing witness to the palooza that tilted my axis toward the sun. Daunting, it was— till you. Since you. Sunburns or not, the scorch means nothing. With you as my greenhouse, thermostat set to perfection, my Jupiter sphere hums in sangfroid, orbiting only your gravity.