blushing velvet (original poem)

poetry blushes
a red velvet champagne
when we wake naked
beneath caramel sheets
haunted by bad habits
her kiss is secret-heavy,
an iron hope lingering
as morning salts
over the ghosts of porcelain remembers,
I
((fool-ferocious and fevered))
slip joy out the window
to
decay
and return to her embrace
–Copyright Elizabeth Mathis, October 2015–

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