red geranium // break blossom

i am frozen here, in awe,  
as the blues move silent    
through my skull, and you    
paint the whole world red -    
i dare not question this.    
    
oh, red geranium,    
how sweet you are.    
you're bound to me, and    
winter, warmed by      
red cacophonies - the    
angels swarm, there    
where the milk of your eye    
meets the frosted ground.    
     
//    
     
regret, black paint,    
white dust,    
i watch    
as you shrivel up    
and break away,    
     
you fall apart,    
     
red solo cups,    
     
     
dark cloud blotting out the sun.