Synesthesia
your turbulent blues and pinprick yellows once vibrant
have now gone stale.
The supernovae in your pupils have stalled and stopped.
Love, your beauty’s grown old
and I’m onto greener pastures,
to grayer oceans,
and pinker flowers.
have now gone stale.
The supernovae in your pupils have stalled and stopped.
Love, your beauty’s grown old
and I’m onto greener pastures,
to grayer oceans,
and pinker flowers.
♠ ♠ ♠
Synesthesia: a sensation produced in one modality when a stimulus is applied to another modality, as when the hearing of a certain sound induces the visualization of a certain color.