"where day is....an opening door'
black lined eyes,
purple-red lips
cheeks of rose
and broken petals,
summer sings of
green feverish leaves,
of a hot sun, of my
longings.
twisting lizard
scales not skin
iron-like, unhinged
and re-hinged, threadbare,
cardboard sun, smartly
stitched like a brown bear,
woken from a trembling
night of crimson stars,
torn up paper, song
of love, hot bird,
sparrow at an angle.
loving you