INTO LOVE WE FELL

BRUSH STROKES

I remember my youthful days,
when i was full of energy but even fuller with hope
Those days, i didn't see the world in black and white
Everything was from a kaleidoscope
I saw the world in spectrums brighter than that of light, plentiful than the beads on my waist
But the midnight never is darker than the darkness i walked in
There was a bounce to my step, like the one i use to jump into my lovers arms
If madness could be loved, my gaiety would be it
Yet the melanin in my skin is not dark enough to hide the joy in my heart
My soul dances to a certain tune
It streams from the harps of especial spirits
Only another knew the rhythm all too well
And he hums it with skill
It calls to me like the night calls the day
My curves was a canvas i let you paint on in the colours of hope, faith and love
We were intoxicated with exuberance and blinded by wantonness but my bosom were not large enough to heave  wine to quench your insatiable thirst
You were hungrier than a maiden of the roses could imagine
You never used a hoe or the net-your tongue, eyes and hands were your tools
My eyes closed, my toes curled, my fists white from clenching to your ntoma with strenght unbeknown of a maiden, i let you airbrush your dreams.
Tingling shudders fogged my reasoning with your falsehoods
Even on my knees, you denied me of the truth.
I was at your disposal
I didnt even realize when the tips of your fingernails traced lines that welted my dermis; when the light strokes descended like heavy slaps
Your hum reached a crescendo that tore my waist beads
They rolled down like the children you stuffed down my throat, under my feet till i slipped and fell
My last water pot broke but its contents was not cool
Was i not coming from the stream?
Or did the sun bring it to a boil?
But it was sunset?!
And as i looked into the horizon
I saw in the sun the reflection of a taboo
I am no more mad or blind
But i still wish your brush strokes on my canvas

*Orion_estesT*