Swirl me with pink and plum and blue,
and soak me in wisps of amber and orange.
Drench me in cream and nectarine.
Please, how do I get there?
This wooden heart seems
to only know how to beat
in shades of brown.
I see it from here, that sunset world.
God it is beautiful—
but it is like a canvas
I stare at for years,
I know it’s every line by heart,
but I can never enter.
I like your mixed sensory flavors……”…to beat in shades of brown…”
Me too!
I sure do like the wooden heart line:>)