your sky is lavender
and curlicue of colors
rose auburn, dark pink, teal
threading through tapestry
of rye knots and countless loops
you think of raspberry
thoughts
on a long solitary flight
you smell sour apples in
unfinished songs
taste stings of wasp and exotic spices
in warblings of guitar hymms
as you dab your vision on canvas
your skin is luminous
growing light between layers
of unsaturated darkness,
shades
you never settle
in
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