eyes dazed by magenta blaze

            skin torn by piercing thorn

                      blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn


she knows her season is done

               a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun

                         abundance is a prime piano note

                              •¥¥•

frugal the piano notes sound

                 her head ***** at midday

her season embraces her

                   with blood bleeding through as blush

her skin translucent calls

                       magenta gaze closes lids

magenta splashes
colored the dawning sky
with their sign of rain

there was a time that I were blue

and when I met you, you were red

you touched my heart and I turned magenta

then one day you decided

that magenta didn't suit you