vI WANT TO PAINT…

I want to paint the smell of a lovely lush lavender,
I want to paint the taste of a sugary watermelon tickling my taste buds,
I want to paint the sound of an electric guitar striking music into the
ears of many,
I want to paint the memory of from the start of this poem to the end,
I want to paint the impossibility of being on top of the London Eye looking down at the crimson coloured buildings,
I want to paint the distance between a glamorous axolotl and an Amazonian, slithering snake.