Drowsed by golden leaves, Amelia rests at her balcony. Her thoughts blink purple and red, under a Monetian sunset. Amelia wonders about the passion contained in clouds. A secret desire? A lover’s touch? Scarlet elixir indulges her lips. Eyelids closed. He whispers. She observes. _____Adriana Citlali XI-X-MMXVI Quadrille #18 |…