I rang the doorbell to your heart,
and throughout your house it rang,
a bouquet of astilbes in one hand
and in the other a pink dove.
I carved it of cherry wood just for you,
my future and my love.
When I meet you, I hope you ring my doorbell too
so we may step for the first time outdoors,
and pick more flowers and free our doves,
intertwined forever more.
It’s dark, where I am. Not cold, for cold gives you solace. Not hot, as in a hammer striking molten iron to make a sword. Not warm, pointlessly and deliberately harsh and itchy.
"Who are you?" It cooed.
Its eyes behind my back
spoke to the intent of its curiosity,
something brushed against my hand
in a low yet dangerous level of ferocity.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
I always admired
your blueish-red skin
which complemented your fire-green eyes.
The snake-like hues
in your eyes,
which I had once found beautiful,
now angled themselves toward your demise,
Comments
This is so visually beautiful!!
Thank you!!
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