turquoise turret … … …




bubblegum clouds drizzle cotton-candy floss, blurring my view,


liquorice asphalt twists, a slow burn, igniting memories of she, ashenly charred, akin to her tresses auburn,


as i peer from atop my turquoise turret, all that lies between i and she,


are walls well secured,


surreptitious defences obscured