You sprinkle golden dust
From your poetry thoughts
I read with an almost lust
In fMRI radiant slots

A blue dash between the words
A scarlet touch between lines
A sudden flash of a sword
Here a sweet and there saline

Between stanzas a shade
A breeze from a river shore
Dew on soft green blade
Then further light for sure

Amidst the sweat and blood
Cool handful of flood