Speak in dark crimson roses blooming in indigo flames.
Speak in diamond lips fiery in blurred color.
Speak in pale pink memory that sparkles in prolific moonlight.
Speak in silver lips that murmur ancient lullabies.
Speak in soft motions of peace and in music that dreams.
Don’t speak in dusty tones on the verge of empty thought.
Don’t speak in punctured breath and beaten sentences.
Don’t speak in ashen whispers unheard in ominous storm.
Don’t speak in emaciated screams that echo hollow in forgotten nightmares.
Don’t speak in brutal war and in sound that kills.