I can taste the
lavender sky
smell the pink,
squeeze the orange out,
and drink it like a
screwdriver.
My angel with
jaded wings,
my heart sings when
I hold her.
I can touch the
burnt umber of her
hair.
And I'm in
Wonderland, because she's
my Alice, and I want
to bring her
safely home.
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A visual poem. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing.