Shy

Flame burn mouth
burn out
suffocate it with tongue
and ride the old world ride
up through the dark carpet
into the parlor of eyes
Take oak aged wine
and drink it in the forest
hush quiet soft
whisper winds
The world blushes colors
red as the mud under the swings
green as the flooded lawn
Take each dark step away
and know the cost
like knowing of lost memories
on the tip of the brain

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