Autumn Flower

Your mascara, love: it’s running. We smiled the purple. She
Speaks spirit, a violet blue. Her tears are rich; and firebrick,
Her soul. Here’s my art; and here’s my life: be gentle. So
Much to paint a portrait; and so much to craft a fortress. My
Salmonberry, a honey grey; and flaming hive, a cryptic bee.
We muse highlights; and such concealer; and such perfection.
We seal the beauty; and carve the wood. Something so tender:
A woman’s pride; and something so fraught, a burning soul.
A scentless sky: my heart’s azure; and color torn, a cactus
Spring. My tropic fruit, a cyan beige; and butterflies, a stomach
Shy. Let’s elope, my deepest blue; and let’s evolve, my cultic
Red; for apricot, a color joy; and sage fruit, a tear removed.
Invent the light, a ruby smile; and grip the moon, a soaring heart;
For humming birds, dance the wind; and cherry souls, trek the fen.