Colors

I want colors, I want the world to be filled with
Colors that exist only in thought, colors that are not
Literally there, and I want to feel them, I want
To live in them and breathe them,
Colors of the air.

How seldom it is the mind can fill a thing:
How seldom it expands like a lemon
To the color of a lemon and its fruit;
Only with pressure the bitter juice
Coagulates, which demonstrates
That I am not my own.

I would own a house
Made entirely of colors,
I would live in a kind of blue
Hue spread like paint over white
Canvas, filling what is there
With the illusion of what’s there,
Forever and forever in the open air.