Blue Love Letter
Fat pink clouds hover in the sky
In the green going of afternoon
Your blue letter makes me cry
I pray we’ll be together soon
Wheat sighs yellow in the field
Crimson tears flood the sad moon,
brown face behind silver shield
I pray we’ll be together soon
Each enfolded in pyramidal mystery
the golden ball, square in the room
love triangle, our peculiar history
I pray we’ll be together soon
I taste red lip upon red lip
And hear the call of liquid loon
Await return of your black ship
I pray we’ll be together soon.
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