Whip of Color

A whip of rainbow squares
Translucent, neon, opaque
Dance towards me
Beckon an interlude

No canvas, this
Intelligence quivers with delight
My hand holds no brush
The whip mingles with air

Introduces itself
But the name escapes me
The cocktail party continues
Getting a little woozy,

Smiling, laughing hues
Streaming prisms of sparkling menace
The whip hypnotizes hope
And corrals choice

Drapes a rainbow sheet
Over the face of my love
It dances and sighs with
Meaningless, mocking illumination

Using colors
I did not paint
Undulating out of spite
In a composition
I abhor