5 shades of neon green

chartreuse,
I feel like you used me for an experiment
the first bi-colour that didn’t puke Barbies
or a fruit that grows in winter.

lime,
you inebriated margarita lover you.
tequila dribbling down your chin,
you make my eyes cringe with anything but a sour impression.

kelly,
homage to the island
tell me a story of leprechauns who wince over pints,
or gnome forest coverings installed for a layer of security.

jungle,
envelop me  under the fronds
distill the dew from the perspiration,
the  luminosity filtered under your permission.

fern,
the unassuming welcome mat,
versatile and comforting.
be there for me always.