The Bride, 1912 - Marc Chagall
read me
an unapologetic ache...
~ the bride of poetry
crowned by the villanelle veins
of vermilion veneration ~
married to the moon-warmed meraki
of mesmeric metaphors
surrendering in selflessness
to electric elements
sprinkled like romanticized mist
onto lyrical lips
musing within the bouquet
of blazing betrothal
dreaming down
the altar of musical alphabets
I am the ghost of a euphonious rose
veiled in versed vows
clothed in crimson credence
emblazoned with embers
in exquisite euphoria
love knows the syntax of soul’s line
as syllables of sparks synchronize
paper promises
grammatically guiltless
tweaked thread of our truth
within this origami heart ~
wedded to warm
sea-deep blue breeze
of woven whimsicality...
intoxicated ~ infatuated ~ invigorated
by the rhythm of rhyme
whilst arteries of twilight
inhale this undeniable union
breathing deliriously
amidst affectionate adjectives…
we are the destined desire
~ the blushing bride
and the burning ballad ~
phrased with fervent filaments
for I am sworn to the pulse of ink,
a poetic fidelity, forevermore…
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