TH3n the sky so pale as trussed trees !
hips smiled at brightly red leafs
to nonchalance a floating Lightly;
excesses of wrinkled pools of gentle
tendered skin’d papers of a foolish
poet: diligently carving thoughts into
lonely shades of limed avenues
: rendered mordant blue.
Deceivers of charming coquettes
bow–> although the paint wet
dreaming wishingly devouring/
:: 06.15.2020 ::