Moonlight on Meadows
You dismantled my wisteria-covered walls,
Unravelling my defences like frayed silk.
My nights are now painted with your kisses,
Soft as twilight spilling across an oasis in an Arabian desert.
I am lost in the reminiscence of your rays,
The taste of sunbeams,
Sweet yet sharp citrus,
Tantalising my tongue,
The warmth lingering long after the moonlight on meadows has faded.
But beneath this bliss,
Breathes a lagoon of lemonade lies,
Where truth dissolves in the tang of deceit in the form of a mirage.
As the veil slips, my exposed heart,
That now bares the embroidery of your poetry,
Subtly sewn in demure damask hues.
Each word is a poking plunge of the needle,
Weaving through the fabric of my being,
Binding me to the memories we’ve created.
Yet, with every stitch,
I wonder if I am adorned or undone, whether this beautiful facade is a gift or a curse.
Forever to be trapped in this poisonous paradise
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