Well, another creativity (boredom?) burst has given birth to more pretentious, trite typing. Hope ya'll get a smile out of this one.

She smiles,
And touches tongue-to-teeth;
Speaking in hues of blues.
I grin,
And lift life-to-lips;
Laughing in shades of green.
Together we're yellow
(that of soft sunsets,
and spring days,
and daisies).

Random Original Poetry, courtesy of M(e/yself), and unoutFluences.