Crimson Hills
Kiss me on the willows love,
and frollock with me through
fields of succulent reds,
sharing whispers between the lily-bed
and sneaking kisses afoot the
crimson hills,
always knowing,
you’re my naughty dream
in the night time dear,
for whom, I bathe in red.
Ferris Ty Taylor
Sat 28th Aug 2021 04:48
I love how you (don't conceal but) reveal sharp edges beneath soft lexis. "Whispers beneath the lily bed" sounds really pleasant, juxtaposing the fact that the subjects of this poem are presumably living in fear of judgement. You have a victorian post-modern sensibility in pieces like this and I can tell you know your gothic. Lush.