The way we saw
the world's fury
in our youthful glory,
vivid worms of paint
as if squeezing fresh
fruit from the tube
in careless
& inspired
abandon.
Devouring
blood oranges &
fire pomegranates.
October embers
leaping to the
empty sky canvas,
casting lamp black
shadows on
scumbled undergrowth.
Warm sun made
of cadmium
& glowing titanium.
Our flesh,
in essence,
a beautiful blend of it all.
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