Lay the shattered fragments of your unadulterated self before me, leaving not one burden unveiled or unsung; tempest tears and saddened ballads. My embrace yearns to swallow all that haunts as fingertips smooth love's solvent; caressing affection into the crevices of weary mind and rigid limbs. Cradle within the soul of me as I sing in psalms to conquer the rhythm of your blues; planting solace in your tender garden of sorrow.
Follow me into the storm; tempest winds cradling and carrying our tenacious strides in the inquisitive, whimsical sway. While heaven's subtle violet and crimson tinged vault drizzles, cling tightly to me during the escalating downpour and innocent assualt of ripe lightning. As the crisp flicker and flash adrenalizes and dizzies our periphery, rock steady writhe in the musked petrichor of pearlescent rain. When the storm of velour kisses and strangles ...
I saw your childlike spirit, just a mere glimpse, and felt the goodness within you. As I then held you to my chest like baby's breath and the sweetest innocence.
But you left me choking, blowing smoke rings for an impossible reprieve. Always waiting for you to speak, I was isolated instead. You were absinthe in the flesh, and I was the glutton for your insanity, the spite and emptiness.
With such fullness and warmth, your heart sings a tune of reverence ...like a sunshine lullaby. And winter no longer aches, nor do I mourn the absence of summer's flowery song. I am but a frigid and hollow instrument ...'til your soft notes waltz into my blackened periphery.
Salicity builds within this void; desire weeping and wishing, grieving the absence of total completeness. In my mind, this hyper want plays in monochrome, but I await this dream to be sated in technicolor. So avid and impatient; this fountain of ache wickedly seethes to be gifted with only your atonement. Wishing to be edging toward that final synergistic moment; creamed wishes and greed for completeness become deliciously blended.
Through a lens of stolen glances, I watch from afar, admiring your tender hearted charm and brawn arms I call home. You make me long to be adored from sun to sun, our silhouettes serenading the moon in the midst. Time be damned as we get lost in love and lust, finding ourselves in another day that has just begun. To then open my eyes to hazel irises that create my dulcet ...