He saw her rose-red,
wearing beauty as an
an ancient amber necklace.
All she wanted was a forest meadow,
sticky-sap trees and room to grow.
All he could give was a garden
locked inside.
He saw her green with life.
Soft green flames raced and leapt
between their eyes and merged
them into one
great jade statue
floating precious.
Her hair floated in waves,
seemed to fly
along flat panes of shine
and briny air
He saw her sea-blue,
great blue eyes along the bottom
of a stream
cold and hard and wet:
the red salmon eggs,
the brown pebbles,
the green moss.
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