The Art of Us

Afternoonmare

I was sitting on the terrace,

looking at the bloom.

Accompanied by you in the core of my mind.

I saw you running around,

enjoyed being chased and admired,

enjoyed being fought for and desired.

Then i ran beside you,

following you wherever you go.

Like a sailor on a star

An explorer on a trail

A lonely man on love.

Then i saw an angel.

Magnificently beautiful,

extraordinarily graceful,

and excruciatingly glowing.

Peach cheeks,

straight black hair like the crow's silk,

rosy plump lips,

and white porcelain skin.

Such a seductive being.

You take her hand,

running with her,

embosom her loin,

carrying her here and there.

Then you laughed,

she laughed,

you smiled,

she smiled.

Then i saw flowers again.

You were not there,

she was not there.

There was nothing but grief and downfall.