Questionable exclamation

You stand suspended as sentence stopper
slender and straight, with feet in limbo
your citrusy blue tint makes me stutter
your curled and curved cousin stands just so
his sour face blinks at me amber-ly bright
waylaid by your huey presence grand
my words splutter and stop at your sight
leaving me with the mouthfeel of sand.

Written for David’s W3 to Val’s prompt.