Line my coffin
With roses and red velvet
Paper silk gilded with his words
Not gold or Hamlet
His tongue the vine
Heaven lined with it
And all of time
Like blood in wrist
I want paper golden doves
The sun in a twist
Lay me down when done
Let your poison perish

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Freestyle poetry. My favorite to write. They had me at “no rules”…

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