Citrine Shivers

I see citrine skies and gossamer clouds
You walk in the emerald haze
With a mouthful
of painted dreams,
pixie hair and psychedelic scars…
Black irises meet brown
I feel a shiver,
it begins at the top of my spine
I think it is your fiery starlight
sparking, screaming
As it collides with the marrow in mine…

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