If only you knew
Is there enough adjectives I can use,
to sew these sensitive sensations to you,
when my dandelion heart is
dense with combustible phrases,
and my sunken soul is weeping
into the weariness of wildfires?
They say beauty can never
be found in the dark,
oblivious to the
vibrancy of neon nights~
streaks of fluorescent flares glaring
above forests of flickering lights,
there iridescent colors run through the
skyline like vast vibratos,
filling my lungs with iridescent phrases
too enigmatic to roll of my tongue.
Yet your flourishing name
flows in flawless
frequencies through
this forsaken surface,
and I wear these wings drenched
in burning fresh-spring waters,
glistening in immeasurable
shades of opalescent feathers,
as the majestic moon still graces
my somber sky with all those
stolen smiles I’ve left unseen,
for I am but a floating spirit just
above demonic halos
that shine so deceptively,
carrying my strength wreathed in
fireflies fortifying
my faceless complexion,
where the only home to
my name is beneath the stars
in the wilderness of your
ambrosial affection,
whilst I keep sprinkling
traces of what is
now left in my empathy
that has been pinioned~
to the grains of gratitude
in gardenia love.
If only you knew, without you,
I’ll be trashed in turmoil,
wrecked in disarray~
you are the poetic reason,
I am an inked poem
woven with an iron quill,
rippling with amorous alliterations
and magnolia metaphors,
as the nightly creatures still lurk
in the shadows of
our twin-flame footprints,
constantly trying to seize
the alluring aurora that lessens
the miles between my electric dusk
and your honeysuckle dawn…
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