An Arranged Marriage
As the grey sky was still
scaffolding on the loose
seams of our flavoured night's
penumbra, a latent
sun brewed with a purple
Promise of my morn dream.
Insolvent rainbows leave
a trail each day, plaited
behind my ears as a
hint of your gaze sprout, with
the yellow rain lilies,
clothing my amber noon.
wicked hours simmer on
the low flame, reduced to
a pulpy sweetmeat, I
roll it in my greasy
amorous palms, and with
a sigh, embroider it!
As the sun christens, the
deficient ocean, my
unruly hair refuse
the fetters, chasing the
breeze away with lilies
and it's incensed nectar.
later, tinkering dusk
coil around my ankle,
Sinatra's on the loop.
And wispy violins
play as you bring silver
stars over the table.
With, a vermilion moon
tucked in my hair as a
hyperbole twilight,
the night over the high
tide shall cradle the warm
breath between our pert lips!
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