Pink and green briar, my auburn hair twined around it like ivy clings to an old church tower. The leaves choke the bell off yet still the sound whispers silver through a raven’s black wing feathers.
Liquid of your love wraps around me. Ivory and ebony ground to dust by our flesh, we tasted cacao only to cleanse our tongues with spring water.
Gold foil catches on your teeth. Seventeen drops of wine dry to powder at the bottom of your cup. I touch it and aluminum star and tin fairy dreams stain my eyes. You are too strong for me. Still, I drink.