espresso brown
meltwater cold
his timber crib
amid the holt
wax paper white
sage honey warm
this brightly gleaming
newly-born
still innocenceless
in a sense
the wiselad calls
his first demands
as champagne seeps
through closed up pores
"the pleasure - mine
the colour - yours."
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
espresso brown
meltwater cold
his timber crib
amid the holt
wax paper white
sage honey warm
this brightly gleaming
newly-born
still innocenceless
in a sense
the wiselad calls
his first demands
as champagne seeps
through closed up pores
"the pleasure - mine
the colour - yours."
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