Lightfast Love

We bathed in cranberries, alive a fantasy. My mayflower, a
Neptune soul. We perish such poison; and rise, our resurrection.
Imagine blueberry art; and wild-berry cries. Something sweet
As sugar; and something sour, my love. She inspires fear: a
Want to fly; and nectar flame, a passion kiln. Trek the grapes,
My love: trample the wine; for precious love, the foot of dreams;
And beauty rich, the fleece of gold. Tomato smiles, to hide
The gloom; and Saturn pain, drifts the moon. My wildest rose, a
Temple wet; and feather tears, a fire kept. Exotic plight, the
Mask of love; and color burns, affect the soul. We bathe in pearls,
An attic blue; and feeling flame, a much ado. Such indigo, an
Orchid mind; and purple rain, a mountain climb. My starling
Flight, a tropic wave, a bowl of fruit, a fuchsia cave. In truth,
The art, a misty rose, a puffy peach, a lotus nose.