Phases of Night

A maroon afternoon.

Agitated by fruitless angst of evening.

Deep into the remembrance of burgundy hearts; lukewarm bath.

A cleansing overflow. Rosy rainwater.

Flowing to a pastel haze of melancholy fingers.

Dimmed under a coral complexion.

Blurred by a vermilion silhouette.

I’d been subdued; to a downy twilight.

Showered in scarlet sympathy.

The faint ripples in her dimples.

Velvet dusk.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love all the uses of purple and red...from passion to love to melancholy...

and in the evening we sleep...and sometimes wake with only a vague memory of love.

nicely done.

j.

[Cat]

Thank you very much.