What a challenge to discern
between different shades of love,
bundled vessels
beneath the surgeon’s gaze.
Am I enamored, or simply
safe within the confines
of your presence? Electricity —
or a grounded, warm affection?
Why must I cut us open so?
What about our coexistence
befits a keen dissection?
I cannot paint us faithfully
on canvas, gauze, or paper;
I remain chromatically confused.
I pray you do not take
uncertainty for misdirection —
I’ve naught but
colorful abstraction
with which to leave
our hearts perfused.
Nov 9, 2022
Nov 9, 2022 at 9:45 AM UTC
What a challenge to discern
between different shades of love,
bundled vessels
beneath the surgeon’s gaze.
Am I enamored, or simply
safe within the confines
of your presence? Electricity —
or a grounded, warm affection?
Why must I cut us open so?
What about our coexistence
befits a keen dissection?
I cannot paint us faithfully
on canvas, gauze, or paper;
I remain chromatically confused.
I pray you do not take
uncertainty for misdirection —
I’ve naught but
colorful abstraction
with which to leave
our hearts perfused.
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