Purple

You were always blue. Inevitably elements are discovered, by chance or by science, and it makes your fingertips tingle. At some point everyone blends into their backgrounds. Your background is blue. I trembled to see you. My anxious scarlet quivered, sensing something azure, tender and steadfast. Heartstrings struck a new chord. For so long we were water and oil. For so long we slipped past each other like a deep, gasping thermocline. Inevitably we made purple. At some point I blended into you.