Cherry Red
I have felt the sun in shades,
I have felt the sun in shades,
crossing
creep from lawns shorn in
humming
of summer passes, in
pitter-patter
of misplaced hair strands,
perfectly-figured
dress cuts.
Bathing
in the milk-sewn pools of
August
starlight, lipstick glint
bright
as boyhood's blood, deep
as
bar glass port, you dance
light as breeze-blown cotton, as humid air.
You're
the kind of person I
want
to share 4AM under halogen with.
You're
the type to leave deep echoes
where
dreams had taken up their comfort.
Leaving
but the memory, but the notion.
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