The color of longing

The watered charm of the impossible day

When I did say I’d be back

To claim all trees in leaf

And all bloomed spectacles of scent

For us to own into intemperance.

I failed to save the savour of that day

And the purpose of my hands weaving into yours.

All I kept within the depth of my breath

Was the voluptuous trail of your taste

Lingering on my lips as they parted

To crush all the unspoken truths we held.

1 thought on “The color of longing

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Reading this is like watching a beautifully crafted Meissen vase falling in slow motion. The heightened sensibilities , the frisson of expectation.It is all in the anticipation.

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