Wednesday, November 12

Red

RED
Carmine, glass as glossy-eyed
The words in tongue slow liquefy

They evanesce, the moving swans,
Bashful as the orb-eyed fawn

In plumose beds, white moving warm
Two love two times twice now perform

Above divine the honeyed sweet
Bright goddesses in alate fleet

And red their jewels, and red their hearts,
And red the product of their art
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