7 - Orchid

Flowers draw her eyes
in the crepuscule light;
hammering her irises
through the pin holes in the sky.
We bled over coliseums;
abstract in her mind.
Lymphatic colours bleeding
our vibrant rainbows dry.
She’s beautiful and corrosive;
her heart beats are explosive,
engulfing my deepest oceans
within the contours of my life.
Orchids draw her eyes
in the silent summer nights,
romancing in the red sea
until the after life.

The End

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