Your words were as transparent,
as the drapery that covered my skin.
Beautifully rendered,
altered to fit my heart.
Under the influence of your touches,
in complete fulfilment and exultation,
our love blossomed.
The ground was crying blood,
as I seemed to be morphed
with the colours under my skin.
Our love was composed by spots of colour,
inside which resided our curved silhouettes. Silhouettes which seemed to flow
right off the end of the line,
and into our chaotic world.
The underscoring energy and motion,
taking over my senses.
The purple blossoms called out my name,
as they struck my eyes from afar.
Your eyes embodied the obscure colours,
like immaculate stones of onyx.
Lighting up with a purple flare,
when struck by fervour.
In your eyes,
I could see our love bloom,
just like the irises in my garden.
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]
