I can still see
the embers of last equinox,
as you dance from black to indigo.
This morning,
you communicate through solar winds -
as if memories of march
linger along cashmere isles.
How you remind me
of autumnal antonyms;
painting skies with a whiff of magenta
and the wedding
of saffron and orange...
Our eyes embrace flocculated fields:
Your transparent sighs
unfold the hues of dawn,
and I am caught in the turbulence
of fulgent sunrays.











I'm so shooting jealous beams at you 'cause well, that's how I do things. Your vocab. is of course amazing and all that jazz.






was that pun intended
lol
Actually... I did






























thank you sugar 


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