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in (between) love


I am in love with the thought of the calmness of things
Of the rhythm of the raindrops,
dripping blue in a street’s pavement
of the gray sky turning cold
Astray with the moment clashed by its own fingers
It ended.

I am in love with a brush of skin,
And the perfectly crafted arrangements
Of features
So perfect they must have been carved
By some kind of divinity.
Iridescent eyes revealing
iridescent souls are so
intoxicating to me.

I am in love with my fingers glazed upon the midnight
Of not knowing what tomorrow is
Concept. Idea. Confusion.
Tomorrow is a sigh of knowing…
Drenched between the glimpse of today and destiny

I am in love with the fall of summer rain,
And the slow, burning death of last month’s tears,
And the misted twilight of rainy days.
The colours, so sublime, are entwined
Amongst the days
In which life lives.

I am caught breathless by beauty
In all things,
And all people,
And this love scents my tears,
And secretes my smiles.

And I think that perhaps,
I am in love with beautiful things,
Because I have none of my own
To savour…
Or to keep.
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