Tuscany Sun laughs

in shades of orange,

while fat babies

rip into her petals.

I am distracted by True Love

dressed in opaque white,

reminding me,the sun and moon

move across the sky

keeping time;

And I am draped under a pink sky

and you still beat loud

under my ribs.

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