Most poems were either written by me or are poems I find extremely decadent

I'm open to publishing other people's poems or taking suggestions...

Indigo Lovers

We were once lovers looking at the sky
filled with indigo streaks and purple melts.

In your eyes were the pangs of a bleeding
morning and in your hair
the chalkiness of the mountain air that smelt of
woody pines and raspberry tarts.

Carrying each other's hearts we would
carelessly careen upon hills of
new and serene wonders that stained our
forgotten blunders in hues of hollow sunlight.

And when dawn broke out lavishly and bravely
across the horizon, we would scramble
throughout the brambles of the forest to find our
ways again on a new and eternal day.

Whatever happened to us that made the heavens
go dark and dim?
as we embarked on a final and grim way of
affairs linking our arms against the novelties of
the familiar yet now foreign sky.

I see now that we would never be the same.
never again to look into the eyes of our own ethereal fruit
Out of fear our eyes will go in pursuit of our faded celestial origin.

Back towards the sky filled with indigo streaks
and purple melts where I felt and fell so close to
you on that Saturday afternoon.

Little Poppies

Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?

You flicker. I cannot touch you
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.

And it exhausts me to watch you.
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.

A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!

There are fumes that I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?

If I could bleed, or sleep!---
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!

Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.

But colorless. Colorless.

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