prime cape
I will never tire of
conversing with you -
of turning simple moments,
and one-sided games
into memories I try
to recall everytime
my thoughts drift
from the present.
Genuine feelings laced
between resonating warbles
of ever-spurred laughter.
Your words hold a weight
you will never know -
the power to crush a heart
so afraid to love
that it cannot help
but speak within poems.
I feel like I've found you, my muse.
Our entwined words will always
shimmer with our own uniqueness.
Though, poetry flows as if our words
originate from the same soul.
You've become my reason to smile,
someone who forces cliches
to bleed in cascading waterfalls
of silver ink, speckled with gold-leaf.
Parchment sealed with lipstick kisses,
rather than marred by wiped away tears.
You are my soft petals of rose,
collected and preserved by time itself.
You are the frequency I have lived
my entire life within, the pulsing
beat resonating in my chest -
yet, you aren't even mine,
I will never expect you to be.
Tender winds are pushing
me towards you, towards a
future that may crumble
perfected moments
in our present.
I'll play with dancing leaves,
grateful to know that
I am someone
capable of
love.
opaque robin
cyan dew
young mango
restive dawn