Worded Thoughts

Tonight I'm sorry for my sickness.
I want to feel your hurt,
because there's that one moment nothing matters;
existence has no worth
but holding onto your hand
until the earth is burned away.
Our tears are the ocean,
your eyes the green word that dances and rises
to surface in bursting brilliant quiet
"LOVE"
into everything I see and taste and breathe.
No echo, no sound but the color.
My blue is so out-of-place,
can it ever assimilate?