I'll feast my eyes as the colours metamorphose into hues of blue.
Observing the outline of your shadow,
as it bleeds and blends into the sandstone walls that border you.
Fragments of you, so unclad, so raw,
yet so distant from my touch.
Partitioned by a singular stroke of the brush,
I'll paint over your wrongs to make a right.
Your thoughts will forever remain illuminated in the presence of the violet daze you reside in.
A state of pure unconsciousness.
I'll breathe in the air of the sweet osmanthus' that bloom,
bleed out the blood of the thorns that prick.
Stars twinkle and scintillate in the sky that's richer than day,
crashing down, and flickering upon our bodies.
I wish to reach out,
but the ground detains me from moving.
Your eyes are possessed by stars, you are my star.
Like an artist's greatest masterpiece,
you'll sit laced with solace,
a serpentine construction of destruction.
Completely still, as if turned to stone,
while the light gleams; scattered over your skin.
Your reaction mantled, yet reverberating with elation.
Don't draw to a close, don't be out of sight.
I'll paint you as you are,
I'll paint you as you yearn to be.
You truly will be the brightest star,
blazing against the louring sky.
The constellations that the sky carries,
won't spell out your name any longer,
for it'll now be scribbled all over my heart.
YOU ARE READING
VEIL'D MELANCHOLY.
PoetryNeither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]
