my mouth is dry out of clubs
thirst is squeezing the royal blue out of my heart
love could dwell in the red of the scarlet letter
spared for the name of the guilty
that could live in the green of malachite
dripped out on the stone from which I am made of
love
could have fun running through the rainbow
with the light that darkens humans
you could whisper upon my scratched knee
by black heart
look here
under divine