Mellow sunrised. The dew of the afternoon high light. Paradise sunset. Tuscany, Marigold, Chartreuse, Caramel. Amber, Copper, Olive, Saffron. Honeycomb mystery of rejection... or doubt. Freedom sparks; feet and hip dilate and constrict; lips close to feel the colors and open again, blinking to suffocate the oasis into the dull reality of smog and soot, of cemetery. The psychedelic picturesque star stares back, dusk-like fireworks of heaven gained and lost. One second that sealed his fate. Death will be hazel eyes.
This is an extra poem I wrote after finishing my anthology, trying to explore a new style of poetry of almost pure imagery and sensory information.