YOU

Never did I think I could find

something as attractive as you,

You were like my morning coffee

Without cream and muffins,

My first prayer on every dawn

And the last on dusk.

My closet is indifferent without your cologne,

Which lingered all day along the

hall like fresh lavenders.

And it was not the tequila in my margaritas that intoxicated me,

but the constant sight of you,

everytime I blinked my eyes.

My psyche was away from the earthly

realm wandering in the intricacy

of your control.

Flipping through the pages of 

our rendezvous I couldn't

see the excitement in me,

which was halted by what seemed to be my clockwork routine.

But your face projected 

the blisters in your soul

which apparently you hid under

your attractive words.

In and out, we failed 

To be the hues of each other's life.

And I tried to paddle my canoe

to reach yours.

Yet you reliquished,

your last song of content was

dedicated to my colourless juice

which purified my face.

I wish the time had stopped just before we became two clanging pots,

To stay in the vineyard or cave forever,

Rejecting empires of reality,

Making thousands of opiated memories,

Ceasing the sun and giving birth to a never-ending era,

that sporadically emits the incense of wisterias.

A.C