Sweet Tuesday Morning
Sweet Tuesday morning,
The smell of clementines
from the fire burned out overnight.
Draped silk slipped, darling breath wavering
down the corridor
Pacified fall, vermilion-gold leaves beneath.
Got lost in the pines and blues, so very blue.
The final brush of the hedges before the river, against the cold.
Is this art my sin?
The smell of clementines
from the fire burned out overnight.
Draped silk slipped, darling breath wavering
down the corridor
Pacified fall, vermilion-gold leaves beneath.
Got lost in the pines and blues, so very blue.
The final brush of the hedges before the river, against the cold.
Is this art my sin?