Part Time Lover
H e a r t ~
a museum of mosaic mysteries
of handwritten manuscripts
tattooed with crimson needles
from acrylic sunsets,
when dusk cradles
the obsidian chambers of celestial havens,
homing soul-kept secrets
that ricochet with romanticized sins,
as my beloved moon,
you’ve long been my part-time lover
in darkness and cursed corners
where the sparkling jewels
and the nocturnal nightingales
heed the unsung chorus of
our clandestine rendezvous.
For we are forbidden roses,
like Psyche in star-kissed silence,
t r a c i n g Eros with
wounded wings of feathered fate ~
an unwritten myth of undying sorcery,
magic merged with vehement tears,
chasing love against the snake sun…
So when the sky unfurls,
morning streaks of cinnamon and gold,
write to me discreet letters~
enveloped with paper promises,
sealed with enigmatic echoes,
carved with infatuated ink.
Let the wind carry your wisteria words;
here I’ll wait for the ardent touch
of your feverish perfume….
O familiar stranger,
tangled in the violet vortex of swooning flowers,
we feel the heat of trembling twilight~
a mirage of this devotion.
You and me, part-time lovers,
a midnight escapade
the universe can never illuminate,
a lyrical liaison
the sun can never illustrate,
for we are unrhymed metaphors
lost in the murky meadows
of green-eyed reverie,
where love wears the color of raven tears,
yet heartbeats sigh,
tied in lavender and lilac
to the
amaranthine arms
of hyacinth halcyon…
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