Stained Glass Memories

Share with me this lucidity,
an amorous shell of fragile wisdom,
molten disparity, solid warmth,
kisses of sugared cherries and grape.
Hear them mulling in burning chests,
as the sun strikes down upon black crowns,
offering no more than
exhausted exaltation.
Hoarding time and gathering detail
we capture this earthly colour
in our stained-glassed memories.

 

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