"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
Dropped the rings, the color
soft pink- you're stealing
my words, my love,
and my skin,
You rip it from my muscles,
fingers gripping
till I crack and bleed,
my flesh the color of cruelty.
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