H: "I hope you are enjoying today's night sky,
for whenever I look up at the moon,
I close my eyes and remember the glitter in your eyes.
That smouldering, curious gaze reverberated in my bones.
It spread its wings, and it pulled me under its embrace.
How I pondered on your queries, YN..."
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YN: "Is it the moon alone that enlightens the tapestry?
Do the stars tumble around, dancing ablaze?
Queries wandered as our bodies did.
Along the dark embrace of nature, we found silence.
A silence that awakens a hunger,
even for the most trivial of inquiries.
I hope you relish its view as well, lieutenant."
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H: "I apologise for the improper glance at the bash.
Longing for that exhilarating magnetism, I unleashed them.
Like hounds, they searched for those jewels.
They yearned for the innocent curiosity in your eyes.
Let us discuss, more in-depth, the art of poetry you so much admire."
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YN: "You are only to blame for falling into my web.
Weaving into your core, I unravelled your soul.
Yet when freed, it sang a symphony that hauled mine into its clasp.
And tenderly, it wrapped around.
In there, I stumbled upon a light, dim as an ember,
but warm as a hearth.
What else could I do but burrow deeper?
To pursue who set aflame the indomitable tundra.
How is it, H? How could it not be art?"
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H: "How could it not, indeed?
In that timid look, I felt your thirst.
In your lips, I sought the famine.
Were my verses the cause of your appetite? I wondered.
Your art awakened a craving,
one lost in nothingness.
Lonely, it searched for whatever satiated it.
But when your silk rained on that coal,
it stripped the fear that kept it from burning.
Then, they dressed it in white lilies.
Anew, it howls.
Like a wolf crying to the moon.
It yearns for the vines that overthrew the wall.
So, tell me YN.
Shall you teach these arcane fingers to waltz again?"
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YN: "Fear not, my fingers will travel beside yours,
But your conquest is already admirable.
When your flesh horses strode among barren lands,
they dragged ink like Helios's chariot pulling the Sun.
Yet, their galloping brought hopes chained.
They drew from the earth whatever you sought.
For what it is that you seek, lieutenant? That shakes avidly your reason.
As pounding war drums announce your arrival,
Here I await.
My realm opens its gates for your battalions.
So, come, knight in shining armour,
For here is a sanctuary expecting your restless ballads.
In a tender hug, they will inspire your brilliance.
Whispers will encourage your sharpened quill.
And we will dance under the stars."
YOU ARE READING
The Hydrangea Garden
Poetry"Your eyes radiated mischief, and just like hydrangea, they brimmed with confidence. Yet, never did they flaunt such beauty." What it is that your lover and you brew in old parchment? No matter what he stood beside you, but what happens when bitter...
