Bring thou wing in the air,
Here & there,
Or in the swan’s plume.
Bring the dark
Here & there
Or in the colossus
To rob the color
To poison the flower
All the way I came
To tell what I till not
All through I didn’t
Weave any for that.
Warm touches floating in the tired bed.
Iced words melted in the shadowed lampshade.
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Warm touches floating in the tired bed. Iced words melted in the shadowed lampshade...................... words smooches the touch beneath the shadow the wave of ice melts slowly by the warmth....................wonderful wishes of love by the imagery, yet superb rave on the colossus dream, wellpenned,10+, thanks for sharing