Burn Tells Wont Mine Ear

The suns red eye...evens yellow.. skies...in shades of pink..puffy.... hidden..mine own eye..can see..it still.. Strong winds part..cotton clouds..topped.. Mine ears hear..the sounds cool..breeze.. Motives from a storm...just ears will not tarry.. Mine ears..should not fear.. your tounge.. They hear egos bed...lies..lillies..silk masks.. Mine cheeks burn...mine ears ring..off..your.. Bold fingers with..I plug them both..uncaring.. Ace frolic waxed..always..mine ears..eye..is.. Covered..turned words..cheeks burn..away..