Blue-fire trumpet
perking her young velvet,
little blossomed bud
new & blue-brite kind,
strung noble on her vine.
Plucked, not plumped-up
or blushed
fully Heavenly yet.
Blue-Whirling flame
of hot-cool Heaven fire.
Royal & sweet hot-oiled,
delicately spread—
open
for the inhale of morn.
Petal peeled back,
downcast
blues lighting leaves &
fading,
then picked again,
for this.
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Gorgeous!