::: Uncoloured :::

I've painted my fingers with your stars
silvering to attract your attention
am I beautiful in your colours?
I could be your silver queen
if you'll forgive my native white and crimson

but I'll never wear your sky
that's too far from who I am
let me keep my own decorations
but wear your crown of coins and stars
then we both will find joy

life has taught me very well
if I sacrifice too much of myself
I will also end up losing you
so don't ask me, sir, to wear your ring
if it also comes with your shade

::: Dry as a Well ::

supplication begs to be held
gently it quivers like so many spiders
weaning away from forever
like your hair against my neck
shivering the delay in attention
that only proves what we already said
love lasts where hearts fade

dry as a well, my heart is heaving
and so I sigh your name
no heat, no life, no wonder
can make me think of more than you
not that I am any less
and I try, when I can, to sing
my older days spent between your legs

like the rising moon dusted with sun
I've known you before
one hundred times we've met over tea
always bowing before your kisses
or after a night's reign
touching me with trusting apprehensions
and never a lie coming too late

you weren't there for my death
though I did cry over yours
loudly and dearly, every time
my voice will always trace your skin
as I imagine your heartbeat on my cheek
listening for another fancy day
pressing against cotton sleeves

with wet carnage like a thousand storms
but no forgiving tears
when joy is tasted on cold fingertips
and delivered from tongue to eyelid
that is when I love you best
because you remember
again and again with your hands