Mainly blue, but colours shift
as the nape of your neck smell might appeal
or the mole on your cheek
that will stubbornly never be Marilyn
This love, like bright sunlight in shallows
will dapple and confuse greens and golds
as our souls ossify in cool weeds
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
Mainly blue, but colours shift
as the nape of your neck smell might appeal
or the mole on your cheek
that will stubbornly never be Marilyn
This love, like bright sunlight in shallows
will dapple and confuse greens and golds
as our souls ossify in cool weeds
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