red, green, and blue
black, white, and gray
quiddity
is not a crime
if not for your lips
as they rest on your face
would your kiss then
no longer be yours
is ego content
with ill-gotten conclusion
your virtue
my heart doth avow
to all the world
this
i shall ever aver
requite not these words
with the burden of speech
in tacit skies
we remain boundless
unwinding allusions
to infinite realms
where idyll
submits not
to idealization
[image credit: Vittorio Zecchin]
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