touch my poetry with your cold, incentive bare hands,
feel the warmth of its anguish kissed verses,
seek tranquility in the shadows of the springtime dusk,
intertwine your soul with the tarnished blood smeared vermillon skies,
run your fragile fingers through the currents of its sweeping tide,
bury its yellowing pages in the
core of your bosom,
carry its remnants to your eloquent lips where they breathe for one last time and die🌹