reality in a colorful hue of imagination Options

[Heathasm]

The sun’s dead scent rises East to West,
Melting sweet blooms from pale moon’s breath,
Flame and swallow the nighttime’s magnolia-
Igniting the poppy and un-retting colors

The small flame fretted-
As the waning light’s hues-
Balanced upon dark and light,
Upon the orange-reds and white-blues

Breeze and ice cool the sea-
Of brass-colored dirt below the sun’s beams,
Of dark-blue blood and the moon’s white streaks;
Crevasses form, and all of this bleeds

My senses wane, so I close my eyes,
Taste the sweet nectar of fiction’s tide-
From the dawn of in-between, or “middle earth”;
It seeps through my skin and creates a lust-
For dogwood silk and colored kisses-
With Eyes wide open, covered in silky off-white blisses

Thoughts of rain create salt pools,
Beneath murky greens and where roses stood
Vexed in rain’s arched bow echoing-
Brightening and killing the mimosa’s ring-
Blurring all vision--cooking all color
In the heat of a light-tendered, tall yellow flower