The Crimson Disturbance Poem by For Matilde

The Crimson Disturbance



You are brighter than fresh snow
frost sparkles like silver water
on your skin
You are the sky, dark like a hammer
Tongues lick at the cosmos
Like lizards thinking
Like the wake of many boats
all fleeing the lake of your soul
Under the crimson disturbance
of all the moons we lay under

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