Of bluest feelings,
Whilst golden, upon the burning horizon.
With reddest sealings
To a heart encrusted with your charm,
Your untamable eyes
That tear a hole through the surface.
You have bled me, always wearing –
My skin on the lips, swearing –
You are always caring.
With eyes full of dust
From a broken hourglass in the rust –
That keeps filling with the blood,
Idle, until kissed.
Come, with the rush, where you stood
Naked, with shoulders raised,
Eyes down,
Leaving tears and sweat on a path –
We both missed, for its burning grass.
Come, with the pair of lips –
I sear, in the simple switch,
The complicated vow to love, again.
I hold,
While hearts drag with the wind,
As blood runs on, to begin
The same fears we shared on tabletops.
Buildings blue, rivers red
With urges to undo feelings of dread.
Modern Romanticism 