Blotched, swollen lips
and Earth tinctured skins;
Tongues of bittersweet
Pomegranate seeds.
Bleeding out
like ripe Sangria Apples,
Staining fingers
of White doves and Angels.
Blotched, swollen lips
and Earth-tinctured skins,
Flowed in forests
of Aegean and Sapphires,
Simmering
with Belladonna Lillies,
Once were glimmering
Springs of Crystal Skies
