Homesick Quiescence

When memories melt like sunset skies, mirroring my thoughts, slipping into the salt-dipped skin of the deep, warm ocean, I drink from the stardust chalice of your unspoken sonnets, r a i n i n g from cologne-stained clouds, steeping me in aromatic cravings ~ as my heart weaves love from Juliet’s jewels within the aching sighs of mauve moonlight. And here I dream within your spider-silk cradle ~ cresting in this chrysalis heart, drawing butterflies above mulberry trees, an illusion etched between lifelines. For in my h o m e s i c k quiescence, I wear you ~ my magnetic miracle, twin flame that never dims, the constellation sparkling above… So take me where love knows no more~ you and I will forever breathe poetry, tercets written beneath the cobalt blue horizon where eagle feathers soar ~ caressing the inner demons that grieve in sunflower silence. As it is through the kohl iris of your russet romance I’ve learned the language of loyalty ~ untangling knots of woes that braided my sunrise mane into a murky maze of madness, sprouting mismatched metaphors… Tonight I shall dwell in the amethyst afterglow of your dahlia devotion, illuminated by the aesthetic k i s s of kismet roses…