S A N G U I N E


Unsuspecting her pose
Hunched over and focused
She sat on the floor
Coloring with Lemon Zest
One of five scented markers


Silent his approach
Cold the gun
Asking her to freeze
His lips placed near
In her ear a demand

“Sanguine,” he whispered
Draw something sanguine
Color something sanguine
Sing something sanguine
“Now!” he screamed

She drew a blank
Page

Scribbling the sky
In Noble Sorrow
She cried
Endless
The beginning

Baby Powder
Categorized
Their pause of
Midstream
Detachment

She sculptured
Wisdom Weaponry
At the cathedral floor
Battalions of Hatred
Waving their axes

Inexhaustibly Spiraling
Into Nature’s Honesty
She waved
A counterfeit smile
Then drew a bomb

A pigeon-like peck
Planted upon his cheek
Beautiful fall season
His sanguine wish


At the feathers plummeting she continued coloring in Lemon Zest