She bedaubed her heart
With gold glitters and dragees
To make it pretty.
She painted her lungs
A decoupage of petals:
Broken potpourri.
She dye her marrows
The color of her lipstick:
Now she's bleeding pink.
Her soul, the rarest:
A multicolored patchwork
Of butterfly wings.
Her beautiful mind
wears a sweetbay magnolia
Like a laurel crown.
The flowers blossom
In the pit of her stomach
Never turning brown.
Her veins are silver
Sprawling on her pastel bones
Like glimmering vines.
Her skin, quite scented,
A wallpaper of roses
Made of pretty lines.
She is a poet.
Writer of immortal thoughts,
Guardian of her soul.
Her words resonate
Carried by the calmest wind
To his distant shore.
May 10, 2016
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Haiku Hearts
PoetryA collection of 5-7-5s about love. * All photos here belong to their rightful owners. [source: google images] *
