SCARLET CRIMSON CHERRY ROSE SANGRIA

2016

 

white dew night red-winged raven in the light lone

 sky passed me that wind whisperings

scent of your scalp soaked deep into my pillow

(center the shape of the side of your face)

slow sugared lips from sweet dimpled cheeks

nose eyes ears chin I smelled felt

scarlet crimson cherry rose

sangria from that drop of your virginity blood