passion’s dance

Twisting twining on a vineClandestine angels, a dark red wine Darkened halls of sanctuary Shadowed across a pool of you The screen flickers I linger You flee Blacken the screen Green hues of charred daisies under a fluorescent dance Flicker across the grey sky of polyester purpled pants The screen blackens I run You dawdle Flickers the screen Bruised pansy passions scream through computers humming life Yellowed leaves poignantly beam across the grey screened blankness