Viewed through the kaleidoscope,
chased in the white space between—
distorted edges and contorted shapes,
trying to capture us in the broken scene.
Imagined promises of your dreams,
sketches made of love, set in motion,
carving a path across the canvas,
reaching for the palette—in uncertainty.
Drawn by the gravity between us,
with gentle strokes of a slender brush,
coated in elaborate euphemism,
tracing the shifting contours of me.
Coloured into our vivid refraction,
yet I’m more than meets the eye.
And I wonder if it’s the essence—
or the silhouette that you see.