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?)