The Picture on the Parlor Wall

When midnight flames flicker aesthetic reveries, releasing ashes of rainbow petals, upon the canvas of undressed seasons, I delve into blue blurs of butterflies, framed in floating colors of nostalgia, aching for dried dyes to home this scraped heart~ hanging loose, within smoky imagery, as if every pigment will sprout from lilies of longing. But can memories thaw frozen zeal, illustrating steamy sunsets with liquefied rubies, to unveil a timeless era, retouched and restored, from the dust of dusks composed in surrealism? And I, the splattering of an ink-blot, persist as a dramatized kiss of tongue-stroked silence, like a portrait, isolated in artistic utopia, as love is more than a metaphor that speaks to the moon; a pastel palette textured with melted roses~ saturated stars can interpret…