Feeling Colors

The passion in our breaths as we lay

intertwined after hours of laughing and

planting roses all over one another.

It's laughter after a joke on the line, laughter

that breaks the silence and leads to a night

full  of unforgettable memories with the friends

who will never leave.

The first cheerful day after a week of sorrows, it is

smiling at strangers and the twinkle in their eye

when they see you do so.

A day spent wandering the city with a new look,

fresh flowers and the idea that spring

means better things to come.

Sighing onto last night lover's neck in the dead

of night while tracing the pattern of their skin like

constellations, connecting the stars

with kisses.

Bruises in the sky on a night where alcohol is

kissing my lips instead of my other half, where

cigarette smoke becomes oxygen, when

the word "lonely" consumes me.

(M.S.)

Reviews

[WesleyAlexanderDavies]

Love the constellation metaphor. Would of loved more ties to that as a centre of universe metaphor. Very good. Its ok when a song ends on minor note.