The Eighteenth Day's Offering--Color Poem--Indigo

I'm doing a color poem today. To find out what that is, go here.
And this is my poem. Ta dah!

Indigo is mysteriously delicious and difficult to come by.

Indigo is a month of Saturdays rolled in chocolate. 

@@INDIGO is a chameleon rocking a bow tie.@@

Indigo is playing 'Maleguena' on a toy piano. 

Indigo tastes like love dipped in mint chip 
ice cream. 

 

*Indigo smells like cinnamon rolls slathered 
in blueberry frosting and fearlessness. *

Indigo sounds like the wind soughing through 
fir trees at midnight.

 Indigo feels like the water pressing on me as I  
dive down  to the reef.
Indigo looks like the planet Pluto wreathed in mist.
Indigo makes me sing and dance a jig.

Indigo is my true love's heart. 

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy