Paprika
bursting hot bubbling like lava
oh most sacred shade of sacral chakra’s bloom
chrysanthemum petals burst
like fireworks on the fourth of July
and so none can deny the power of hue…
drape your flowing foreign grace
upon the bare chests of Buddhist monks
or arrive child like and gape toothed
in the fall of all hallows eve..
within the grasp of headless horseman
ripest richest sexual cue
portent of luck, oh holy hue
blended bliss of fire and sun
dreamer of dreams
paprika of the soul
none can deny the power of hue…
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