(oct 14)
although i am soft as light
i can cry mountains of cerulean liquid
that'll drown you to death
but of course i'm a lifeguard in distress
so i'll save you and take you away
from all this mess.
sun's hue of sienna
that reminds me of your
leave-shaped eyes
even though they are not
the color of the star,
stars still resemble you
because they blink love dust
out their eyes.
and i think it may be
spreading to me
because now i want to paint
a portrait of your religion
and your voluptuous people
that i so dearly care for
because you've made me
enthralled to your traditions
and what makes you
the saccharine pale boy
whose legs are long
like the expressions he plasters
on his marigold covered face
as i take my flight to twilight zone
in the sunburn blues
while you kiss me goodbye
and cure my cold virulent flu.
i stare at your cupid's bow
when you talk and slowly trail it
along the bridge of your nose
then to your bronzed eyes
that have hints of
freshly baked chestnut brownies
sprinkled inside
they're wide and easy to gaze through
is what i foolishly thought
but eucalyptus branches
were blocking out the view to what
iris boy was hiding in his umber orbs,
did he have pluto being held captive
behind there?
or is it something woeful
that he conceals
with dead trees
so we won't see what he's really made of,
i reckon he's actually a bee.
but believe me when i say
my love for him makes the previous ones
go jejune in my palm
because all i surmise
is that i want your overly pink lips
overlapping my own
so dandelions could float back
to heaven and revisit
their once old tone.
hurry up lover,
i have not much time to stay
for the disease declined benign
and harmful as for me to die
i itch your soda words
but the scratches bubbles my
insides like no such birds
could fly.
