Unsung

You rest with hue of pearls
In the vacant expression of my
Hollow voice
As I rearrange the bouquet of our
Dead and dying love-

The night is out
Furious, aureated
With your “lover’s walk”
And the footprints on my skin

as I cherish your leftovers
You left for my breathless tides;
As you burn with hue of fierce storm
On mauve sheets
In floral patterns of my last words

The skeletons of our love
Lie naked, unashamed, barren;
Our kisses left to die,
One by one

No one is to blame for this,
Least of all our Love.

•• Cereus

© Cereus Florus. 2018.


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