Dec 012016

Scarlet purses holding dreams
Dancing lulling the soul
Spreading vermillion bonfires
Burnt red mouths agape
Drinking the blood of the sun
Petals of pure excess
Lying bleeding on the ground

A brilliant yawn of fire
Appearing from a field of grass
A drowsy balm for each bitter smart
Holding a dream of every rapturous night
Over tired eyes which weep
Or are too tired to sleep
A meadow full of oblivion