He spun over bridges made of sky and color
To catch a horse with wings, not to tame her,
But to follow and be with her because
She was beautiful and she didn’t know it.
Falling off clouds, she forgot who she was,
Feeling the pastel blue ache on her skin.
To the touch she was cold but it wasn’t enough
To put out the flames she set in her soul. Her anger
Stemmed from her stomach from the words
She swallowed when eating stones became too hard.
His pastel pink cured her chapped and chipped lips bitten by
The sounds she detested. More words were swallowed.
Her smile was soft and it was true.
But colors mix and her body became purple
And bruised from the memories that were left
From love and passion and loyalty. So she promised
To forget, to let the world collect dust. To stop the
Wind from blowing so we would all exist alone in
Our world. But the man with feet continued over
Her bridge because behind every tear was a smile she
Remembered but lost. And behind every poem and pain
Was a man and he wanted to be every word.