Tangerine Sin – A Poem

I begin. Blue
single translucent.
Marginal drifts coalesce. Over
time.

Speak. Don’t speak
our tangerine sin
obsession.

Church rots from the
inside. Leaves shadowing
failed stone on the hill. Overgrown.
Faceless.

Summer touches your
lips. Revealed
under lunar paper parasols.

Weighted nature. A pocketed
version
of the universe
we dropped
into the lilac. A name. Bruised.
Falls in upon itself.

Soft anger erupts. Swirling.
Vacant beyond your reach.

Our lives sheltered in
green. Aged. Bend
under the wind.

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