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Periwinkle-crazy and ready to starparty.
You bring the rum
-bled clouds, and I’ll shout out loud for
something
(shaken, stirred)
on the rocks. For clocks
to stop, and indigo to rule the day.
Let’s paint ourselves in hues of blue
and strange, in colors so de
-ranged they won’t believe we once
were girls. Lost. Tossed. Caged.
Hold my quill. I will find us a brush
(with death, with life, the kind of rush)
that comes from bristled fear. That steers
the moon across her scrim with pull
of salt. A wave
………goodbye.
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Wow! How Utterly gorgeous, from captivating title to last wave goodbye………….
Loved ” colors so de
-ranged they won’t believe we once
were girls.”
This makes me think of one of those creepy serial killer movies, like Silence of the Lambs, where his intention was to create a skin suit out of the girls’ bodies. Only here, you’re making a skin suit out of pieces of the sky. So it’s a little less creepy. 😉
No, actually, I’m being silly; it’s not creepy at all. It sounds like a blast, and it makes me reminiscent of younger days, going out dancing with girlfriends and such.
P.S. I like your tags. 🙂
I love it all, especially, ‘That steers
the moon across her scrim with pull
of salt. A wave
………goodbye.’