"imbruing" poems
in summer sunsets I find the glowing
embers of your eyes
as if the poets and painters
gazed upon your irises in reference
the art sat for centuries before your date of birth
as if some prophecy
that roses could be pale as ice
with scathing tones and imbruing eyes to my forested mind
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 7:12 PM UTC