Aurora writes magic, as always 💛
I dream of a leaf in vein
a tree of fitful leavings
the veins plumb blue black
with the claret of my desires.
the legacy of leavings drops
sanguine crusted
strewn careless aground.
in the smoted eye
of a rabid fawn
I glimpse the future
as we conspire.
despite the tea leaved
clouds
we scuttle upon shooting stars
and tighten
our wounded thighs
as we Picasso
purple the heavens
