To Years- With Love

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-