A mustard ache carries my eyelash

In dreams of late night forget-me nots

With my palms grasping sugar cubes

To a suspended bruise

Upon a skinny breath of guilt

With a stagnant tear

In lotus water

Where my grief dwells

Like a sky as it swells.

For I'm just a stiff piece of art

The jasmin at your chin

&

The ripple in your vocal chords

Just a lonely poet

With worthless words

Of a faded whisper

Inked to crumpled paper.

But, I see the indigo star of your eyes

Of the bluest skies

With the biggest sunrise

As you rise up

Like the emerald waves

In the dark of the lilac sea

As at my wrist is a...