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iridescent bird clothed in rich hues of princes fails to woo a mate.
By Chloë J.about a year ago in Poets
my mother once said they are the only features lovely about me.
canvas of the stars twilight falls so they may shine glory's conduit.
hold to your secrets midnight-hued ocean depths, sing of a bone graveyard. .
wine-dark seas of old in modernity become skies, blue with freedom.
black's not the color of death; light blue ivory; I kiss your numb lips.
sapphire emptiness, oblivion full of hope, swallow and save me.
translucent, opaque. indecisively churning, teal mocking mirror.
frenetic dancing, seduce me again to touch- true heart of the flame
blur into the sky, cerulean waters, you cradle me to death.
I sang them to you. let them in my bed at night, like I once let you
indigo leopard. my fingers trace them, mottled love-bites from your fists.