Whorls of Red
If you are the world's greatest
I'm the shutterbug bagging your every moment
Every triumph; Every applause
Every glitter in your smile
Every sway of your hips
Every coruscate; of the corundums in your strides
Your every queenly bow of acknowledgment
If ever the epic of stage lights besieges you
The autumn flicker will be the snapping of my Pentacon Six
What lays in the black of your eyes
Burns wilder than a wild fire
If ever the green winds of change
Merge up in whirls of umbrage
and surge on to wreck your burgeoning soul
May the fabrics that rest on my shoulder
Corrode in the brimstone brooks of your tears
Together we'll chase shooting stars
Until we lose them to the horizons
And watch the sun heave off its blanket
I will watch the rainbows with you
And see you tap energy from the wonders of creation
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