Green

You are green,
like open spaces covered with carpets
soft, unassuming.
You are green,
like jealousy,
difficult, demanding.
Terrifyingly slow yet tediously swift,
you are green,
like the waves, violent, boisterous.

Green to my eyes,
you are green to a soul,
parched.
Quenching an unending thirst,
you let the distant seem intimate
the poor, flamboyant.

You turn me green.
You make the blood rush to my veins,
and smudge the kohl across my face.
Loitering with my suspicious heart,
you turn me green,
everytime.

Then, you kiss the intoxicated tears till the severed lip breaks into a curve.