The sun is
sinking
beneath the
horizon,
staining the
white
clouds with a
shade of red,
and burning
the wandering
thoughts I've
been caging
for ages.
and like an
ocean
breeze you
pick up the
remaining
ashes of my
broken dreams,
and gently blow
them away to
float in a
meadow of
glowing dust.
I close my eyes,
to see your
hazel ones,
calling out for
my soul to
dance across
the painted
skies.
so I sway in your
arms, while your
lips tattoo poetry
on my skin for
everybody to
see and not
fathom.
you pour ink
in my veins,
and push my
heart to bleed
letters on paper,
and set the
words free,
to melt in a
blob of
your dark
liquid.
we lie under
a canopy of
twinkling stars,
and I let you
colour me in
hues of your
love, for I'm
only a faint drop
of paint in
your canvas.
VOUS LISEZ
Dried petals
Poésie"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
