Colors of punishment

Take her hand. 
Stop the little girl,
Inside you,
Who you punish.

Like an old violin tune
Played out on a mandolin,
My skin emanates 
Your scent.

I skip over stones,
Bend below barbed wires.
I want to wear 
You
Everywhere.

Let us pluck love
As cobalt strawberries
From the skies,
As you bite my lips
Red.

In a world where 'I' no more exist,
My skin shall be
Your sky above.
Let my summer heart
Warm
Your winters.

No, you can't go back. 
We've turned the tides of time:
We've colored everything.