Jasmine and Hercules

i'm thinking signs and seasons
She was melted lavender
and butter yellow before
dawn, creamy and pulsating
but alive.
Her irises were diluted
coffee beans and when
her rose tea fingertips
grazed his scruffy beard
he could only stare into
those eyes and thank the
deities he had lived to find her.

By the afternoon she intensified.
Gold splashed across
her arms, running down to
meet with the raspberries lapping
her wrists. Cerulean popped
beneath her feet, especially
when she was on her way to
the bookstore. She radiated
chartreuse when they discussed
what town they would explore
next, what sites they would...

"Sir! Sir!" A shipmate shouts to the captain. Proteus cannot take his eyes off of the amazing view that is being taken in by his eyes. His breath has been taken away! "Prince Proteus!" Another with a deep voice calls. That finally gets the prince's attention. "Yes?!" The blue-uniformed prince gets back to business. He captains the boat by moving the steering wheel to the left. That way, they can get closer to the waterfalls. BAM! All of the men on board start to panic. All...but one. "Stay calm everyone!" Proteus bellows to his crew. "We...we're falling!" Arnold says in a panic-like tone. Falling?...