A Love Poem Between Two Colors

*Written for a prompt that stirred my weird.

Scared when I first saw you
Terrified what you might think

From other side we were
A color-wheel-world apart

Me, a generation older
A primary with two aged lovers

Me, with children of my own
They, your cousins, siblings; both

Yet, my violet paramour
My secret moral folly

The only secondary
Not a product of my loins

I yearn for you lustfully
I, your cowardly uncle

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