AN: my mind has been blank lately…. Here is my shot at a poem while I suffer from writers block lol.

My red river fantasy

Where crimson swans

Sing scarlet songs

And memories drown in silver.

Coral bubbles where childhood plummets

Under a boat of gauze and ointment

Orange bottles float, flaunting their existence

And the sailor complains of winds

Carrying the smell of an ancient past

But ignores the waves and sets forth

Metallic ruby orgasms her destiny

Another AN: metallic ruby orgasm, meaning cutting. (I stole comparing cutting to an orgasm from my lover, she was saying that orgasm was better then a normal one, but that was before she spent the night… why am I telling you this?)