This Mania

this cherry/crimson/coral
mania for something is cross-wired,
is grapheme neon colors,
is luminous kiss-torn argon loss.

synesthesia is this shimmer-breath,
is this raw-lipped suicide
magenta woman smoking madness.
her laughter is psychosis,

     is her breasts in
     shallow peach light.

i'm sinking in sage-green saturation,
i'm psychotic hope in cool
aesthetic soft dimples above sung
luna-rose curves of her ass,

     raspberry-pink
     madness garden.

i love her mud cloaked mania.
i stare into her like spilt blood.