[Camachee]

tired
i succomb
to the caresses
of red sheets
silver blankets
and you

[Soaring Feather]

In red satin robe
carefully coiffured hair
the touch of red sheets
the warmth of silver linings
a private dancer
is conducive to
tiring body vibrations
late night music
short poetry
and fabulous dreams

[Camachee]

she claimed
to be
the mauve gray
of daylight