Mrs. Roy G. Biv
dressed in black, I write to you
shades of blue flicker across my face
while I lay in my bed
I see a drop of a rose red hue
roll gently down your face
a green olive swirls in a martini glass
grey smoke fumes from my nostrils
craving your breath in my lungs once more
I sink my ivory white teeth into your fleshy forbidden thigh
a groan of pleasure escapes from your beating bosom
cast me out of your room
and from your life
before the demonic darkness in my eyes is illuminated
by dancing rays of light
red orange yellow green blue indigo violet
fire
flows from points on your body near your face throat and hand
it reminds me of Peace
and the violence of war soon swiflty floods my veins
sleep now my precious winged creature
never to awake
and tell of your sweet dreams
of horned mountain goats
which lead you up the path of light
no need
for out of my devious black iris
seeps a tear tinted rose red
which brings knowledge to my soul
and fire to my heart
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