Lavender and silk

I hunt antelope in human hordes.

I haul three brooms on one shoulder.

I don't clean up.

I dance with specters and minuscule magenta men.

I am the precocious girl in fuchsia heels and charcoal dress.

I am the humble man with stark white tails.

I pull drops of food from the ether.

I pinch seeds from flower's eyes.

I touch like feathers and embrace like mountains.

I take leave when I want to.

I am the shaggy oak watching his youth flash past.

I am the alabaster orb and the effervescent waves.

I eat the wind with a dash of cinnamon.

I exude thunderstorms from every pore.

I sleep with stingrays and the smell of wet hay.

I spend blood-soaked bills without a second thought.

I am the sinless murderer.

I am the woman with eyes that mend bones.

I fly with eagles in the cerulean.

I fight Irish brawlers with my eyes closed.

I capture hearts in nets of lavender and silk.

I climb towering opal obelisks.

I am the painter's muse and the singer's breath.

I am the hoary frost on ancient limbs.

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