the cycles of connection

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I

auburn, yellow, ginger,

like the leaves or the colour of your hair.

the beauty, the chaos of it all,

it causes this chemical reaction-

Al and Br collide and we come alive.



II

crimson wine, cupid time.

dimmed lights, midnight strikes.

winter breeze hit our blushed faces.

being red was an understatement.

i knew i've seen your eyes somewhere...

i used to stare at them in the stars,

praying to them to be shown in human form.



III

we sit and watch the waves break,

crash collide into unbounded ultramarine.

white shadows present my flushed face.

feelings felt, but not spoken showed the pace.

aged blue combing into sweet cherry...

oh darling, how you made lilac sweep into our hearts.



IV

boxes and an unpacking truck.

lemon's scent surrounding us.

brick or wood walls,

it never seemed fast at all.

new setting, coaxing us into serenity.

we may be far from our meeting place,

but home is being in your company.



V

lust sky's, bright eyes.

we inhale and oxygen becomes heavy,

entering a state of blissful energy.

holding onto each other,

merging into one another.

soon, we'd lay watching cowboy films

on rainy afternoons.

gestures of affection given ubiquitously.



VI

midnight city irradiates.

fluorescent glow smiling down on us.

we gave off our best show,

but deep down,

we knew we had failed.

the love we tried to keep alive

was tearing us apart.



VII

we never meant to wake up the neighbourhood.

our yelling was just a cry out for help.

make up or break up, we told ourselves.

oblivious to the words we threw like knives,

the pain we caused felt good at first,

but we left incurable scars.

glass shattered hearts was the conclusion.



VIII

despair in the atmosphere,

inhaling the reality of this outcome.

distinctive parts of you;

i'd say you were like river sand, but beach sand suits you better;

concoctions rough and slip away.

fragments left behind, jumpers and depictions circling 'round my mind.

let adoration live on in the continuity up above us.

the people will soon see it was devotion other than amusement.

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