fallenleaf

His love was a palette of limited colors
no matter how much you try to mix them up,
violence and desolation will never become
affection

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I

In dreams,
I thought I saw a butterfly overfly our heads
wearing the dawn folded in wings, 
a pair of God's eyes, peptants and atrocious.

And I was dirt, my hair, grass
that your feet treaded on.

My name was a song of silence in your mouth, 
my verses, a diffuse memory in your mind, 
my soul, hung on the branches, made you shadow.

And my love for you weighed, like the sun 
when, at dusk, it leans over the field.