Muse

Beads of sweat

Collect on my forehead

And are

Dabbed away

 

I exhale,

A painter

Left to interpret his lucid masterpiece

Hanged askew on the wall

And amongst choppy, white-water brush strokes

Emerges

A silhouette

 

You

 

Blanketed by tendrils of warm shades--

Orange and yellow--

You beam so

Vibrantly

 

I reach out and oily

Earth-toned hues graze the tips of my fingers

 

Suddenly, sharply

I am a part of your world

 

Filled with blended lines of acrylic splendor

I am transported onto the canvas

All consciousness left outside the frame

 

Your back faces me

As you

Dance through life

Effortlessly

And as you leap away

Unctuous pastels have me locked in place

 

Tethered by my own creation

Of desire

I admire

Your entirety

 

Torques and blurs of black and blue shades

Are all that’s left behind

As a whirl of color strikes

My line of vision

Temporarily blind

I still sense your presence

 

Dancing silhouette:

The after shock of

Forked tongues and spooned positions

Leave me with tangled emotions

And unwarranted amounts of dopamine…

 

Find asylum within the profile of my shoulder

Breathe in my existence

As I breathe in yours

Yielding pheromones and

Primordial urges

 

Reality’s lines have been

Blurred

For a long time now

And my memories

Defy me

But

All I care about is that

 

You are mine

 

And as you twirl around

A rosaceous grin follows,

A sign of recognition

I swallow, in submission

To you

 

In a moment of curiosity

I ask for your opinion:

 

Why do we associate the heart with all feeling

And emotion?
What does this pulsing organ

Have to do

With metaphysical love and devotion?

 

You answer:

It is the notion that with every doting beat,

We become closer--

Anatomically, transcendently

 

I don’t understand, but I also don’t question

Not when it feels this good

 

The sun has set

Dancing silhouette

And you usher me closer

With every pirouette

 

Contraction

My pupils transport me

Back

 

And I’m reminded of the world

To which I was born

Yet, I feel foreign

And I miss you already,

My muse

Manifested

The subject of my heart--

My sanity keeps us apart

 

So now I’ve made up my mind

Dilation


Good morning, 

Dancing silhouette

Your surrealistic smile

Welcomes me back

And I feel home

 

Your mere attention ties my feet to bricks

And with the taste of your lips

I find myself underwater,

Lungs bursting

 

Let me be your contour

To shape our pastel future

Teach me to dance,

To dance through life

While I assure you of my virtue

To be the only one

 

For you

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