the sky lightened languidly across the horizon,
painting a glossy, mauve sheen
across her introspective eyes.
they were so very tired.
nonetheless, she smiled a smile;
devastating, rueful, yet somehow
glossy and content.
that slight quirk of her lips,
more a shadow, a ghost
than anything else,
did not escape his consciousness.
his fingers flowed like liquid
over his canvas,
earnestly and hastily
burning it onto the paper;
he cannot allow himself to forget it.
YOU ARE READING
Starkissed | ✔
Poetry❝moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies.❞ she was a glorious being, kissed by the stars, her slender fingers coated with mars dust. carve constellations into her skin, sprinkl...
