How many flower petals have I plucked to wilt by force - only
to fall under your name?
The blood shed of poor soldiers, tears cried in sets of shoulders, every drop poured in the vermillion of
emotions and left to dry as raven as the ink splotched on a writing desk of one’s
declaration…
In which I’ve never heard, seen, felt, smelled, or tasted a
piquant whisper from you
I am just a pop-up castle of the dewy-eyed, so easy to tear
apart, drawn on dog-eared storybooks, and flipped through too often to please.
While you are centuries worth of likelihoods, with creaking aged gates that shall
shatter sparkles of dust the minute that it – for once – decides to roll its guards down
You might be made up of concealed murder holes for all i know, of fetid moats, & chained dungeons holding memories as its captives - all wrapped in concrete walls that seal it all
away from the world to see, for my pupils to leave be
Yet your palpable towers hugs tight the warmth of
pounding hearts that paints along slash of a smile, letting the bronze gleam radiate jollity in
the comforting fragrance of a carbohydrate rich feast shared for all – all to yourself in
shadows - no sadness felt in things unseen
I wallow in the puddles of my own creation, drenched to a point where maybe you'll soon let me in.
These efforts of mine have washed away to turn cyan
Spot me in meadows of eau de Nil - as i lay sighing'
All snug under soft-hued blossoms
of the favorite colours we never knew you had
These andantino tempo can either be the idyllic patter of a trickle in nearing tributaries, a set of pumping hunk of meats meant to be, or mine alone - if so then keep away from these crossing fingers
and expectations that might combust sanctuaries like yours into rubbles.
Loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not, loves me…
too?
Was this all just an echo of your solid barriers?
