he is raw that’s what
she thinks he deserves this
sore passion like cassis
in his blood the ripe red
cherries of their sins
a fortunate situation shared
high in the rarified air violet
mountains reflect the world
for him a million times over
elevation a lingering death
berates persecutes permeates
the ozone-spiced mist distant
lightning strikes the moon
thunder like laughter stinging
her chest frothing
with unsuppressed elation
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image of Sri Lanka via PxHere
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