Gone Ii
Cerulean pools
cascade slowly
with glistening pain,
tracing the gentle curve
of your soft skin,
caressing each
contoured crease
as if sweetly kissing
your flushed cheek.
Like the bright beaming
rays that fall silent
on the frozen blue
of winters snow shadows,
the crescent moon
mirrors the secrets
in the turned corners
of your blushing lips,
crimson window
into your beautiful soul.
Lost in your reflection
you hide from you,
unable to see
what the world sees,
unable to feel
what I feel
unable to know
the special beauty
you possess,
the beauty that envelopes
each person
you touch with your
magic embrace.
Lost is the sound of
your dulcet song
from my longing ear,
sweet melancholic words
of your sad sorrow,
buried deeply
in your demon's
hate filled ebon bosom,
as it pushes the wonder
that is you,
the beauty
that is you,
the lost essence
of you
and only you,
ever deeper
inside of its lonely,
cold, cruel hate,
gone forever in
dark emotion.
02/01/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016
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