Profound grace
and utter harmony
Beauty, light and
palest ivory.
Silken sheet, fairest pearl,
All but call my name.
Scarlet lily, bird of paradise,
follow a trail of coolest ice
Whispered from ear to brow.
How now if butterflies land there
do I believe them yellow
not blue…?
Ah, but you…
angel, glory, starlight,
fever, desert night.
Violet sunrise, silver sea,
Hear my velvet tongue…
Believe me,
And give me what I want.
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