When I compose you by night
By brushing so lightly
Mumbling lyrics by heart
Eyes closed, not tight
Inside the dark where
The veil of my lashes embarks on,
Emboldens,
The cascade erotisme of light
When you emerge from the edges
Of solitaire columns
Hazy ribbons like saffron
Curl the flavor,
The violet creation,
That purges your purple of frozen fright.
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