I met an artist; his smile, my apple.
Every day painted in your cologne.
Each hour spent a different hue.
I day dream of you in watercolours,
Dancing in blurred tones, motivated by your beat;
You inspire me.
I crave the cold wet paint,
Let me pose for you.
A portrait for you to create.
Explore the colour palette of my feelings; discover my shades.
Take your time to sketch, don't rush.
Leave the solid strokes of deep blues,
To be softened in your white sheets.
The brush, soothing as your soft lips.
This abstract gallery of memories:
Reminiscent of sunsets, laced nights, and your arms.
An overwash of moonlight,
Through your bedroom window.
You've added me to your wall,
For all those to see.
Posed in your future,
Titled as something that will last forever...
Not to be trucked away and forgotten.
I met you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
