For the smear of scarlet
Your lips onto mine-
for your petite frame
frozen in a thousand kisses
Like the tears of heaven
bathing naked earth in impatience
Misty mornings, laden in lingering perfume
atop your mossy trinkets-
smoked hair trespassing your ebony silhouette
And in stillness fathoml-
Tiptoeing shadow on my eternal canvas
Drowsy buttercups paint your eyelids purple
seeking violet in a thousand years;
Dreaming angelic hues
for my surreal vision-
Drowning in your virtual steps
I match mine-
Trailing over the wooden bridge
for a thousand lives-