cinco. orange like sienna
i want to sink my brush in a pot of your beauty and smear it on my canvas,
carve a universe shaped from the earthy terrain of the dips of your shoulders,
the gentle curve of your cupid's bow and the lustre of your cheeks,
draw flickering fireflies from the glow of
your eyes and paint gilded sunsets that don't
compare to the valley of your skin.
my love burns orange like sienna,
fields of ochre marigolds for the flowers that you water inside my rotting heart,
navy seas for the hue i love so much
on you (when did blue stop being so sad?)
soft grey for the introspection that ebbs and flows like the tide,
and fiery roses, delicate but bold, like the
strokes that bleed together to frame you,
a hidden œuvre d'art.
—
note;
i'm sorry how do i stop loving him so much also thank you poetloey for the beautiful title
