I paint you in colours I cannot see
The one's the world has long since forgotten
Mount you up on times walls
Nefertiti and Anne Boleyn
Michaelangelo and Plato
Tattooed on the skin of the universe
Exhaled into the exosphere
The blood of Nyx
for the words I cannot find
Descendant of the cosmos
Wounded is the sky
For its star that won't return
tears of rain from its clouded eyes
Every drop for every hour you roam the earth
The fires of empyrean for the memories only my heart has proof of
Youth cascading down strawberry skin
speaking in a tone my soul doesn't care to understand
It would rather bask in your mortality
Enamoured by the Sun knitting it's flames into your eyes
Let me be your Prometheus
The touch of Midas for your luminescence that even the solar system gets jealous of
Marigolds at the emergence of spring
You stand in for the sun during nightfall
And hear the sparrows rejoice in your legacies at dawn
Follower of Apollo and all things embossed in light
The golden chariot in a pale blue sky
The wine of a royal
The seas of Poseidon
The flare of a match
I paint you in colours to replace
the words I cannot find
And for every time I am reminded of
The expanse of life
The kiss of death
I wish to dip you in
The river styx
- ken m
02/19/22
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