if i could show you
all the things that are purple
in me,
letting the ocean hush
be my breaths expulsion
in the night,
i would remind you
of all the gentle sails
like tiny buttons
on your skin,
nipping back
the coolness
into perfect heat.
if my blood
were the movement
of fuschine flowers
like the ones i curve
between my autumn fingers
inside the hollows of the evening,
would it bring back
the brightness
of your eyes
into my life?
i've seen blue
torn from above,
throughout my years,
with the certainty
of atoms.
but love...
love has it's own dimension.
& space & time
have failed to find
their purpose in this place.
behind the world,
things are hidden
from our sight.
i find hope in knowing
that somewhere
i will find you there
glowing,
with the brilliant
fate of always
in your heart.
something that,
happily ever after,
you never planned for... |