Thursday, 16 January 2020


could i order

a dew starter
dressed with a breeze of bees
and bluebell fountains

sunset periwinkles 
fried in an indigo sauce
over a tiara horizon 

a full-bodied blue moon
warm cream in sundown skies
a whispered i love you 

across clotted time
a glass of you are mine wine 
all entwined in treacle eyes 

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