The gentle breeze,
working to soften & appease
the angry heat
at the height of summer,
is much like love.
The arduous & gruelling crawl
of miniscule
insects
trying to return to their nests,
is much like negotiating
the sea
of dull humanity,
the traffic of passion;
to get to you.
Colour saturating the blank canvas,
bleeding into the thick paper;
creating landscapes or
abstract visions & dreams,
is much like your succulent smile;
revealing more than you care to admit,
when you think it’s full of guile,
but actually
it’s travelled through the final mile
from your eyes to mine