Rainbow Lips

She was like a poem

few could understand, 

an ocean hidden in a drawer

with a white winter freeze, 

a blue summer breeze…

A yellow autumn leaf…

And a white withering rose…

From a late green spring…

He was a travelling pawn…

Confused within a wild roundabout…

Like frenzied carmine

searching for her rainbow lips…

She was like a poem 

few could understand, 

held the moon on the palm of her hand…

Day in…

Night out…

An ocean hidden in a drawer

with a white winter freeze, 

a blue summer breeze…

A yellow autumn leaf…

And a white withering rose…

From a late green spring…

(Xoanxo 2018)

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