woman-skin red from the bath,
blossoming and soft like a flower:
sits there in a blue skirt wide
yellow t-shirt, and her hair is gold

smoothed ceramic, her earrings 
bobble and jiggle blue when she moves
as if amused - she looks soothed 
by the evening sun on her back

delicate, her bare feet on the rug
are scarlet, and scarlet is her love:
the blood-pain painted
blue against the sky
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