Your hair ablaze with sunsets,
your amber eyes gleaming
with change.
I uncover the beauty only
to catch your sunlight pooling
in my mouth.
Your flight, graceful, porcelain,
I keep you as my little
secret.
Your hands are crystals,
landing in my writer's palms.
Nothing can take away the
soaring of my big eyes
when I lay next to you; I'm
honeyed, I'm stung,
I'm poisoned anew.
Your mind is my twin,
your soul is my sin,
always changing into itself.
Me. You. Anew.
The more we move, the more
we are still inside.
YOU ARE READING
PERCHED PARCHED BUTTERFLY
PoesíaYour voice is the paint I take to the sky, splattering it all over, so they can all know you're nigh.
