I wish to be the Color Peach

I wish to be the color peach

Is that far fetched or out of reach?

So fuzzy and succulent soft in its flesh

My lips taste color as one enmeshed

Warm feelings sweet dreamings

My healings drip tears

Of sunsets and rises surprises and fears

That today I wish to be the color peach

Not salmon or coral colors washed up on the beach

Just a blend of the feels of sexy sweet skin

That’s flushed from arousal, desire, and sin

If sin is even real or true to you or I

For peach is innocent

and shades contentment inside

As it beams it’s glow and gives comfort to the soul

It rests between oranges and pinks bright goals

For peach has no pressure or starkness to stare

It loves and is whole in lightness and care

Tender and touched like a brush of a tail

From small kittens or strong horses

streaked playing on the pale

Moon’s light coming up at the dusk of a day

which invites golden peach to shine ever gay

Joyous color unlike smoke or thickness of greys

Like stormy weather blues may bring melancholy days

So to be, a peach

A pretty, perfect pause

That swells my heart happy with purpose and cause

Is my wish my wanting my fulfillment and charm

My magic being catalyst change without harm

To me or anyone else I now leave from this form

I ascend and blend beyond need or norm