Lost in Lust
water canopy the roof but not in drop air haze over a ruby overwhelm string begin to lower our center star creep down slowly hide it's chord behind the canary ship with it violet hull below the high mast in radiant orange pull by neap tide the lonely giant ripple into the horizon a if a meteor hit parallel to the planet steadily the gaseous foot emerge with the earth pace down the red painted ladder and hair pull back to it core feathery pillow wing be leave in the canopy lay below the blanket rest momentarily for a mid-life slumber