Others speak to the mask
Or to the ringing silence,
But you speak to my soul.
You're the high-pitched
Note of crystalline sound
To shatter the glass of me,
And dip your fingers
Into the rich redness
That spills over all.
Your kiss is what I live for,
Your softness and hardness
All at once - remember,
That even in my darkest hour,
When my fingers are latent
And my paintbrush is still;
You still breathe shining silver
Into the cracks in my heart.
- Author: SerenWise ( Offline)
- Published: October 26th, 2019 20:01
- Category: Love
- Views: 15
- Users favorite of this poem: RiverJordan
Comments2
This hit pretty hard, love this
May that shining silver be forever with you SerenWise.
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