Like the rolling waves
you washed ashore
like a torrent of droplets on yellow brown leaves
Dragging fragments back into the deep blue
disappeared like dust blown into spring’s breeze
and laid to rest in the deep sea.
Like the night swallows the day,
your light corrodes my heart.
It withers like the pages of an ancient novel,
your touch scattering
a field of dandelions in the chilly black.
White cotton falls from the sky
I chase after them with pale fingers
Like tall grass dancing in the wind.
They rest on my hand like the tears of summer,
And like you,
Disappear with the gentleness of a passing breeze
Of dried red autum leaves
leaving no trace but that on my heart.
I wish I was a cloud
Drifting to you whenever
I would take the form of rain
And comfort you by caressing your cheeks
I would block the rays
From your peace as you smile in your sleep
I would fill the empty glass
With my tears to quench your thirst
And when you look at me and frown
I would disappear as mist
As the orange blossom of the setting sun.
yet elegant coat her,
nonchalant and magical.
her legs give way and her blood turns cold?
and her boots sink deep into the icy field of white.
I followed you,
your trail of blazing fire
that flared up in the sky,
that plunged the world in red,
You stilled my heart with red fingers,
brushed my ebony hair with a soft whisper,
like the last rays of the setting sun.
My heart skipped a beat as he took a step towards me.
All I could think about were his eyes–his beautiful double-lidded, almond-shaped eyes. They had this reddish brown hue to them, like the bark of a tree mixed with the last rays of the setting sun.
“Hey,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Yes?” My voice felt like a whisper as I leaned into his warmth.
He placed his hand against my cheek gently, tilting my chin slightly upwards as he studied my eyes. The hand-and-tilting-cheek-gesture was always his signal for something romantic. Was he going to plant his lips on mine? Was he going to sway side to side in a slow dance? My heart shuddered and held its breath. There was ambience and all I could hear was the beeping of the washing machine.
A laugh escaped my lips. “Right now? It’s almost midnight!”
He flashed me his signature thousand-volt smile and a stubborn nod. Oh boy. That meant he was going to have his popcorn no matter what. Even if he had to wrestle me to the ground for it.
Just one of the many sides of love I guess.