Rose Moon
You write about flames and flickers,
fervent sparks that delicately touch,
the unseen parts of my conscience
in ways this quickening quill
can never express,
while you, the rose star,
lit across my homesick sky ~
sequined with sleepless sapphires,
coruscating in neon green,
sprinkling light upon my silhouette ~
awakened gothic desires long buried…
For your pulse speaks like infatuated ink
to my muse-less mind,
in dialects deeper
than a poet’s mismatched metaphor ~
an ache, an addictive affection,
I crave to romanticize
with cursive calligraphy ~
in silence and in solitude…
O soul-healer, heart-charmer,
you beckoned
the kingdom of darkness ~
where sins gleamed
in silver and saffron,
numbing nightmares,
calming chaos…
but now all that echoes
is the blind voice of an empty canvas,
heavy with hues of hurt,
filling it amidst hazy eyes
clouded with diamond tears ~
so forgive me as I wander
in the waking warmth
of a crestfallen sun,
with your rhymes on my lips,
your heat around my love,
my words across your dusk ~
your urges at the tips of my fingers,
my thoughts drifting
through the twilight tunnel
of your midnight music,
wading through lethal blue,
for I am a sea-storm,
disguised as lucid moonrise,
dressed in all forms
of your faultless poetry…
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