he's the colour of sunshine
the glitter he hates,
sparkling in his crinkling eyes

his laugh
is the colour of daisies in november,
teasing the troubled naiad into a state
of pure affection

his kiss
I imagine
is the colour of bliss,
like honey dripping from the lips of queens by the nile

his love,
however
is the colour of water
clear
non-existant.

the air is heavy
with an unspoken desire
for his tanned skin
upon hers
a shady block
of warm breeze,
a dusty corner
and her back against it
- heaven.

gentle kisses that tasted like summer
now dot her memory
along with flashes of squinting
liquid honey coloured eyes
framed within lashes
that remind her of the sort of thing she'd like want to feel fluttering against her shoulder
first thing
on a sunny sunday morning;
a nose that she'd like to have nuzzled against the crook of her neck

all swatches of filtered sunlight
and unfamiliar hands
soft lips and hurried goodbyes
- imprints of a translucent yellow

It comes in waves
mid-step
mid-sentence
a rush
it tugs at my gut
and carries me
out to sea
uproots the anchor
of my sanity
and engulfs me
in the memories
that drench every part of me
and just like the tide that washes up, occasionally
wetting the seering sands
just as quickly as it comes,

you are gone

x

Clouds of smoke, drifting endlessly
Black as coal, all is left behind
The wind, it blows, forever in icy sheets
Swept for gold, none left to find

They shed their tears on their lover
The lovers look up with joy
Ignorance replaces salt in the water
And their blinded eyes rejoice

All they need is a light that shines
On hearts, dark with vapors of hate
To illuminate their exquisite lines
But no sun is bright for the broken fates

The malicious breeze won't stop for a second
even as hearts get tied
People and plots don't mourn for their losses;
as it goes, those hearts get tired

They shed their skins, for something new
Some place better than where they float
All they needed was the light
From the rays of the sun
All they got was the thunder,
Waiting on every turn

So, they shed their tears on their lovers
The lovers look up with joy
Ignorance replaces salt in the rain drops
And their blinded hearts rejoice.

I want you to come see me
because you want to
because the thought of being away from me makes you feel like your heart is a sailor that tied your stomach into knots as if his beloved ship would sail away
if the rope wasn't tight enough
or if a loop came undone

I want you to hold me  
because when I'm not in your arms you feel like the world is tilting and slipping away like grains of sand
from between your nimble fingers

I want you to crave me
because my skin sets your skin on fire and my lips ignite a spark in you that makes it hard to breathe and that a hundred cold showers couldn't put out  

I want you
to want me

but all these nights I lie awake
yearning for a whiff of you
I know
somewhere
you are satisfied
with the taste
of her

She molds herself
a silver pen
Embedded with rubies
crystals and gems.
She pours her life
out on fragile pages,
unleashes her thoughts
from their constrictive cages
But one dark day,
the pages were found
Lampooned and humiliated,
she hit the ground
Along with her
fell her silver pen
the crystals now stained
with the darkest red.

I feel a pang
of pain in my chest
I feel the taste
of distinct bitterness
I feel the jealousy
when I spot the spark
of love in your eyes
as you're standing feet apart
I feel your taunting smirk
scorch my back
as you watch me burn
in my own trap
And I feel my nails
sink into my skin
And I feel your words
making their way in
But darling,
I feel
nothing
when I see you.

Not a splatter
nor a smear
just a single tone
of the solitary colour
that shall never be outshone
It is but a veil
masking the genuine hues
of crimson and onyx
that the rain clouds brew
It's chaos and tumult
pandemonium, disarray
masked behind the veil
that lights up my day.

Your eyes glaze over, losing their spark
And your sight's flown miles away
In a place that's worse than the world out here
Where hearts are blackened by hate.

Your eyes brim over, tears leave scars
And your hues, they turn to grey
For wrists turn red and lips turn blue
*You're wilting by night, to blossom by day

When you're done looking
and tired of waiting
when you're forgotten
and stuck in dystopia
it will find you,
an epiphany
a fervor
a distant
sense
of
reality;
love.