The Red Ink And Scarlet Paint Bleed From The Same Palette
House awakens by silence,
when the moonlight embraces your chamber.
I devoided the stifled walls
of the chamber; once belonged to us.
Thick acute truth left along with you.
Still hands of yours,
easily juggled my heart.
You gleamed our love with sage hues.
Maybe the wisdom of my poetry,
conspired you for devideviation.
I couldn't curse at the art,
that led me to you.
Letting you perish from every page
l had written, created, consumed.
Yet, l still gasp the air of your paints.
Reminding myself how once
paper and paint bled the same hues.
Crescent nights reminisces me of
And l mourn for you,
underneath the sacred moonlight.