Don't talk

it empowers

Other person

to talk back

Your lotus
eyes have
the power to
make my ugly
face
look beautiful !!

I let you trace out my heart
in dotted lines
When I asked why you didn't
colour it?...
You said it was in black & white

And now that you're gone,
my tears are doing their best ,
going through the dots ,
resurrecting the picture

my blood is flowing through,
providing the colour

Perhaps you made me an artist
Cause
Whenever I'm asked about the rough texture,the cracks,the fadings....
My answer is always....MOSAIC...

falling is the color
of a naked heart, dipped
in cobalt dreams & violet
yearnings; bruises blooming

in amber, coagulating red roses;
marrow fueled & exposed, as it rises
—golden-yellow like the waking sun
with olive desires & an indigo passion;

it is in the merging of pigments into bright
light, brutal and blinding, but full of delight.

Your  pain, it is perfect, so pretty when you hurt.Your hurt, so patient, so beautiful in your blur, so beautiful when you're blue, my awe, your sad eyes, all I feel is you, all I feel is, you.

          
You  sing those sad songs, those songs of truth, those truths of sad songs, the truths I see in you, a moth to a flash light, all I see is you, all I hear is, you, dark in your light now, you are still, my truth.


The  pain so perfect, always be with you, the pain so poetic, its always been for you, life has changed now, even without you, you live inside now, the space I saved for you.