Love Poem: The Look In Your Eye
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Written by: Ink Empress

The Look In Your Eye

When the sky is a 
   sequestered sanctuary,
and the clouds croon 
for sinking star-beams,
listen to the euphoric hymns of silence,
for seething storms throned 
beneath rainbow castles
shall never obscure the 
crystalline colors of compassion,
amidst thickened fangs 
of dwelling darkness,
constantly trying to 
     seize peacock pigments
within violet-blue seas
     of sequined sentiments…

O’ beloved white rose~
perfumed in vanilla love,
let not the wolf-spider gaze,
mirroring envy within black widow hearts,
  confuse your diamond vision.
It’s just another day,
  enveloped in a warm sakura sunrise, 
there the gales of greed 
   looming in ghostly flecks, 
question the redolence of rivulets 
   behind your veiled vigor.

There’s no reason to fear
  when hope flows and drifts
like comets flying as fluttering butterflies
across the butterscotch horizon.
Remember, when the sage sun 
seeps into foggy crevices,
and deserted dunes
   speak in ashen accents,
their choice of words do not define 
the rhythm of your seraphic symphony.
Your merlot wine spirit is 
the whimsical wand turning unspoken
  tales into wildflower wishes.
There’s no need for an alchemist
  nor a sorcerer to concoct 
spells that rearrange constellations,
as your voice swirls in magical mists.
You and I, are every last thing
we need to conquer the bewitching
     perimeters we truly deserve.

Tonight, when my lids rest upon the 
dreamscape of daffodils and dahlias,
   I see that look in your eye.
I ponder, is it me that you long for?
Am I the unfading ink 
   within your saccharine sonnets?
I yearn to be the one you talk 
about in sweet seclusion.
This trembling canvas longs 
for no other skin to caress the acrylic 
 edges of my aching soul,
and I do not need 
the wind and water
    beneath whistling willows
    to write my destiny 
             in green and gold. 

We don’t need shades of shadows
following our intertwined silhouettes,
yet I let these metaphors 
merge with the heat of 
 your passionate presence,
as you and I break through 
the landscapes of grief
  with mutual attraction 
  like the mulberry rays 
         between the moon and earth..