Sanguine Blades

We were as green
As that immature leaf
Unsampled and discarded
Then the sun smiled
Over and again
Canary, gold, orange, crimson
Warming our faces
Sprinkling star dust
onto our shoulders
Ripening the fruit embedded
beneath our ribs
Until dahlia vines grew around us
Binding, cementing our fate
Budding red leaves sprouting
out thru our pores
Inviting, encouraging
we tasted the blush
of Delectable Euphoria



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