Have you ever felt the rain on your cheeks smelling like a burgundy rose in the sunlight? Or the fear that drives away the fire for weeks from your soul, brought by the zephyr of the night?
Have you ever read the unwritten letters with the wandering feather of the folly, about the predicted destinies in sweaters and the voiceless hearts who forget to remain jolly?
Have you ever seen the floating married couples searching for their star in the clouds, up in the sky, how they are looking for dizzying touches and chuckles while writing their love on white sheets, in the hot July?
Have you ever heard the sharpened words, the ones with hidden or multiple meanings, how the blind hopes are torn apart by swords bringing up bitter enigmas and bad feelings?
I did. I felt all of this. I've seen all of this. How I was smashed in million pieces by the pain, and yet, I believe Life will give me another kiss. It'll get better one day, even if it's trying to rain.
My anger is a deep burgundy; My joy is a bright yellow. My loneliness is a thunderstorm-grey; My sadness is a turmoil of oceanic hues. My hope is of lilac iridescence; My despair is the darkest blue. My love is a sweet pastel rainbow. But my happiness and bliss? It's the color of you.
Meeting you is a sudden alteration of this familiar, overused palette; a complete shift, a dreamer's flight from all that is home… Into the welcome unknown. Forgive this night-thinker for incompetence. All that you are, is all that is new to me. The promise of the morrow; daybreak upon the horizon. Your gaze is sunlight, your presence is warmth, but from which I need not shy away. This time, I ask, will you stay with me?
Wrapped around with a thick burgundy caress, Night-time sheets enclose your love tonight In the confines of our playful backdrop Ensconced in the near-dawn cusp of night With only color blind kisses And ****** touches I like the way the night around feels grey tonight- Save for your face, The features catch light from all directions from the simple moonlight grace, I like to see the way your eyes lock with mine tonight, Quivering, with your touches, your lips, for a kiss; Burgundy kiss for a grey night.