I wouldn't,
Grow blossoms on my skin with your tears,
Cloak you in a poetry,
Paint you in hues unrevealed,
Undress your mystery.
The truth is,
I don't wanna lose you,
In translation,
In speech,
In phrases,
In hues,
In words.
And still,
I will let my muse drift like billows,
Sing storms about how you make me feel,
Paint your portraits on the vaults of heaven,
The enigma,
in this poesy I shall seal.
Because,
Like the Greek deity you are Auroral,
And I shall perform these rituals to make you Immortal.
-a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Fire and Flood
PoetryShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
