the sun is shining
piercing through the clouds
golden lightening like gashes on an armor
the yellow melts into pink
and the pink into grey
the grey is just the black pretending to be white
soon the stars are gone
and the night so silent
it is screaming like a child stumbling upon a dead sister
that is when
the apple is sweetest
and the leaves are greenest
clover envy seeping through the arrow of a lover
that is when
your lips touch my cheek
so softly that it pains
and avoid my lips
that is when
I can imagine it
but love,
your bow looks too much like it belongs to the devil rather than cupid
and your lips look too much like judas's
I can imagine it, 'ris
I can imagine
your kiss feeling
too much like
death
