he placed placibo orchids
among each fleeting string
proclaiming copper red tones
reminded him
of
a dawn quenched
in poppy fields
each candle cadence
grew into alabaster
portals and portraits
hiding in Victorian crinoline
I become seamstress
meandering each culprit
his dried eyes
and the ears of Ariel
fluttering
were I to hide
in mauve sea weed dresses
a salving opus
externally internally we dive
and the waters are wise
Ariel chases fireflies
yond mother hills
at pre dawn
we found
what night exchanged
with the dew
ask me of sun
when death
is laying on the waters
and the waters
are wild
my love
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