Aquamarine Ii

Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage quaint quear copulate of Cupids with bows that draw Archaic archer arrows aimed at the blackest of hearts drum bitter black regrets into souls depths dark deeds, something rages rare raw Crimson liquor that lingers on the floor in lavish lacquered halls, intricate doors weathered by thunderstorms lashing the walls where once elegant lush balls drive men, women twirling, dancing till dawn Are in full burn, blares bright until the wee artificial hours of midnight of wet tropical rains, hurricanes gain power and destruction by morn born falling silver rain in the light of a pure pale Moon, wax, and wane Clouds receded fade away transfix by orbs of Odin Odd Omnipotent eye full and alive burning bright in cold cobalt midnights a wash all in the fallacies of youth the breath of God’s are ghosts in ruins the cascade of the insane Our sour lemon thoughts and aquamarine dreams Are oblique obsolete imagery fading in fleeting lives