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 thorn

Clutching your chest as it mourns.

&

I wait inside the mouth of my lover

Like black luna undercover

Opaque to an incessant drop of a static moon

Along, a silent pink sniff of earth

Of love

Of sin

Of the il sole...

Nearing the longing of a heart broken

Draining my bones

Sipping my blood

When slipping on my iris tears

With a flower on my Sunday dress

Glowing to the sun

My sweet fiore....

You are the spiral of my wants

Of my desires

Like wild-grass in my soul

As you came in silver & ribbons

With a touch of gold

Warming the cold

To fill my saffron loneliness.

With a snowdrop stuck on my lips

I swallow a strawberry

In the linger of your taste

Burning in your pain

As I'm the butterfly of your body

Fed by your every essence

Soaking up the toffee in your skin

To give you that flutter

That vanilla

That hope

Or that fear...

Of those three words suffocating your ear
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