Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Blackout

Your face appeared
an expressionist painting come to life
capturing back its original beauty —
and more than just breathing,
vocalizing hauntingly,
lovingly and reassuring.

And I am with you. Blue eyes like ours
edge with gleaming, crooning our composing,
attuning to any willed ear.

I realize your embodiment may never near
any closer to one so eager and studious
of your visage — truth in beauty,
embodiment painters can’t live without.

I’ll never blackout you.
As my vision fades, always I’ll hear
tempting words you send,
reverberating wave patterns tracing
your signature, symphonic harmony.


6.12.22


You peaked before I could glimpse your rising.