~ s i l h o u e t t e ~
i could pour your entire soul
into a crystal glass and drink it
sip by sip, long into the late hours
and that's how i'd slowly dissolve
the essence of you in my core
and keep you safe in the hollow
of my ever so brittle bones
that beg to be held together
in the warmth of your embrace,
your arms, before they fall apart
oh, i could put your absence
in a prism made of sunlit crystals
and extract your lucid presence
from a thousand rays of sunlight
falling upon the walls of my room
that smells of you even if i never
had you enter this wooden door
or had you stand by my window
to glance outside and have a look
at no one but your own very self
standin' under the fallin' raindrops,
all wet, soft, irrevocably beautiful
oh darlin', my honey li'l baby,
i know, it's been a long while
since i've last seen you,
touched you or held you close,
or inhaled that fleeting scent
enclosed in those arms of yours
but i see you and feel you
right when i close my eyes
and, it intoxicates me,
the whiff of your fragrance,
as i feel your arms around me
ever so warm and embracing
of all of my flaws 'n' insecurities,
and even though it's not enough,
not enough at all, not at all,
it still makes me want to
keep holdin' on to the silhouette
of your fleeting memories
until i see you again,
until i see you again..
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Poetry#314 in poetry [Aug 19, 2021] "A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it." ~ E. B. White.
