30 September 2012
Farewell September, For blue mint to climb, Now a navy frost sky, And a dark mulled spice wine.
The soul, shades of amber, The heart, shades of blue, In a glass of hot treacle, Set forests of dew.
The blood charges ocean, The tongue drips with spice, Drinking cinnamon navy, And nutmeg warm ice.
Bathing hues, sky and diamond, In vessel of dusk, Of burnt tones and crisp embers, A shadow of lust.
Farewell September • Opuss № I