Submissions by dont

Exhibited as a portrait,
In a gallery full of critics.
Let’s put cum stains on oil paintings,
And saliva on our pallets.

A restoration made complete,
By carving kisses into our necks.
Let’s use our bodies as canvas,
And into a landscape we digress.

We never came in harmony,
My death before my introduction-
Your integrity was forever
Friction upon an artificial tongue.

We never came in harmony,
Predicting excuses as a diversion,
To a reality of antique love,
In which we never were acquainted.

We never came in harmony,
Like the appointments we failed to attend.
The calculated reunions,
Solved only in my head.

Our longing to be as equal,
Resentment became superior.
Growing tired of our similarities,
We never came in harmony.