Red innocence

Such a delicate creature, protected by its shell, which appears rusty, the finest metal, thin, so far uncorrupted.

If you, my love, you take back Sunday,

seeming-less in the eyes of,

As fiery ladybirds do sing

whence five black dots, crawling

curled plastic wings raise, 

fall screeching down.
All but one, too late.  

Reviews

[joe shmo]

I like this poem keep writing! :)