Cool.
He dresses in cool blues and purples,
Slouches back against
Railings that brush clouds while
Ice rolls down her back.
The rain runs down
And through her hair,
Into her eyes that he meets with a glance.
An eternity burns, irises reflect
Sunlight on sand and
Molten glass and-
He looks away, hair dyed a cool blue, obscuring
Eyes that seared her cheeks a bright
Sunburnt red.
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Dances in the Garden & Other Speculative Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems with strong fantasy and mythological elements. Come inside to dance with children made of starlight or to watch the destruction of time beside serpent gods of chaos.
