does she descend upon your
grayscale, or tender
unacknowledged
criterion with need
carefully spelled
in musical interpretation
and intricate visual renderings
does harmony seep through the
dark irises and cochlea, soaking
through to your muscle in
ochre, hemorrhaging sanguine
do you love as deeply
as the outlined concepts, to
bend time over expansive
depths of circumstance, or
do you feel in sepia, and
stop breathing in dreams
© 3.24.2017 heather brager
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