Reflections on Crimson
Crimson slips like molasses in my throat;
I close my eyes and breathe the word, see it float
just above my head.
Sweet like chocolate but the stick of molten tar,
I must click my tongue to say, "Crimson."
Who was it that said "Cellar Door" is the most lovely?
Well, I first heard it from Drew Barrymore,
and though the word does melt off of the tongue
I sound "Crimson" as my "barbaric yawp,"
brushing its meaning out of my eyes and cupping my ears to the sound.
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