introspectivity. a poetry collection

𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞

you touch the clouds with your fingertips,

softly singing in the skies

how I long for your embrace

while you long for my demise

your shadow strokes the meadows

of a landscape long neglected

your fingers kiss the painted peonies

my angelic Aphrodite

I admire your curiosity

and your gentle honeyed gaze

but when you recognize me,

you upturn your charming face 

I hear your velvety laugh

in the corridors at night

your image, cast in ivory,

sparkles beneath the moonlight

I gaze at your figure,

so marvelously white,

in a museum rich with art

'til the midnight bells chime

my yearning never ceasing

unto the distant morrow

when sun casts upon my face,

my smile turning into sorrow

from an impeccable illusion

to an absence of thought,

the reply lies upon your face,

convinced my words are naught

as morningtide fades

and sun shines through my curtains,

thoughts run wild in my mind

that leave me more uncertain

if our humble todays 

and our lonely tomorrows

resemble the outcome

of a love never fated,

a realization dawns upon me

while my adoration of Aphrodite

dies to foolish expectations

and a love never reciprocated