You were different from
others, away from home and hypocrisy,
unlistening to the fiat
of karma.
There should not be
any put-on face. Hibiscus will tell the truth.
Sanguine. I will again
invoke the bride of moon.
Time to go for a simile.
Eros tips. I educate
the limbs, not to go
for the anima. The bearded face.
You had ruffled the tranquil
poem. I cannot gather
the tender moments.
always love it when someone
always love it when someone slips the word sanguine into a poem. Great job.