
VISIONS: red glassed jellies, chasm flame, a pale moth flutters on, fragrant lily perfumed my night, silked lace tucked between thighs, geranium glow from the bedroom, a shrine of mystic & holy images, the moon gleam bursts through my window tenderly, shadows of trees flitting softly (cast on the floor), i mistaken them for spirits.

the absence of inner gloss, i slipped on a dress of sad, thought bacteria as black as ink (i'm sorry), this reflection in the mirror--her head always sinks.
heaven's gate: terrain of velvet, holy hour, old blush, pomegranate cloud, pallorous jewel, sea foam, cathedral silked afterglow, burnt moon, plummy heart, soft kiss. this is what i imagine what true joy is.⠀









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