New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

perfect
this recipe
juicy, so flavorful
open up and let me feed you
this thought

this thought
that you are mine
keeps me awake all night
i gaze at the stars and look for
my luck

my luck,
I love home cooked,
raised on the sweet comfort
of cornbread, slow hand stews, grits with
red eye

red eye,
red hair, red lips,
red cheeks, red this red that
red is my favorite color
my rose!

My rose
is vivid red
when the thorns make it bleed,
is virgin white when drops of rain
purge it,

salmon--
when winds flow by
making it shiver, in
fits of lust. But your touch makes it
go black.

purge it,
unless you want
to get your heart blackened
with the effluent of raw rust
and dust

go black
like ebony
and sit on the violin
of my heart like a sleek fret board
with strings

with strings
I pull your arms
but no puppet are you
your arms are already around
my waist

The cold
among crystals
that shine let air unfold
within my mind and make me feel
colorblind.

ehm sorry.. i somehow screwed up the game...

ok once more...

my waist
hurts when you push
so hide your claws and wait
to see red stream majestically
shining

Shining
stars are dreary,
the moon is just the same.
Darling, we are all cliches when
we love.

we love
in tiny ways
but the result is large
like eating cream puffs on a cloud
heaven

heaven,
we make it real,
faith ain't what we say, love,
it's what we do, put some muscle
in it

in it
a grain of truth,
perhaps an entire meal,
depends a lot on what you seek—
you find