Fascination:
rosy contrails,
trembling cream.
This body
vault of heaven,
it opens;
Oh, clever artist.
Turn your nails up
score the sky;
violet swims
beneath the surface;
there are pearls,
ripe as grapes,
behind the door.
Oh, such colors.
Such color.
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 10:33 AM UTC
Fascination:
rosy contrails,
trembling cream.
This body
vault of heaven,
it opens;
Oh, clever artist.
Turn your nails up
score the sky;
violet swims
beneath the surface;
there are pearls,
ripe as grapes,
behind the door.
Oh, such colors.
Such color.
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