poem ii

a crimson tidewave pulls
a glass shard shimmers
timbers my glassly darkly
red wave wrapping me
a timberous crimson shimmers
and chars me, tide crumbling.

youth preserved here in liquid

your trellisse terrace whispers yellow
save one shade, crimson
dear cheek crevice
hollow
Follow my finger eyes towards your lips
and kiss them red again.

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