The yellow suns in your eyes lit our path, revealing the secrets hidden under the gray sky. 

When I was thirsty, blue poured from your tongue into the black bile, and I drank from the river. 

Your skin was a red furnace, a cauldron of warmth prevailing against the brittle wind and melting through my ice.

You pointed to the titanium obelisk on the hilltop. 

We were on a journey to somewhere you called home, but the world around me looked so pale next to you.