Color is my fetish

Color is my fetish
dauntless, I push my way
into the tints through
which I sense the world
I feel hue as intricacy
against my fingers
and the palm of my hand
your smooth guilt pulls me in
and holds me deep inside
—Take me, I say, sliding you
onto me each evening
even as we fail in other ways
in these moments
your numbers complete me
your multitudes fulfill
with merciful largesse
I make love to you
and you spill forth
filing into rows
and columns
of roy g. biv
flawlessly
filing
filling
fulfilled