Watercolours

I’d never been softly shaded before,
not by floral dyes against my own,
You’ve always been more experienced than I am,
In a way, that knowledge felt like home. To be-

Saturated by gentle kindness because, at first, I’m afraid,
so undecided of an ending, just fueled by creative’s cage.
One page to showcase we’re a newly blended love
of tree trunks and ocean bedding, dirt trials and ice sage.

The sky graces its dazed mountaintops;
Dark midnight barely kisses golden rain,
The jagged rocks soften to create a splash.
At this moment, I ask myself: “Will I see you again?”

Paint cannot cover the fears, so the canvas just dwells scared.
Clear and not to touch, you assume that I don’t care.
So comes the graceful touch of our whiltered brush
and it swirls away the line between love and fair.

Did that frighten you? Us being so soul-tied,
only one nervous pallet to protect our innocent affair.
we’ve all seen the way that our texture rejects,
Maybe navy was stupid for believing bronze would care.

I wish your brown would poison my blue again
just to feel your shadows seep beneath my skin
Even if for only a desolate moment,
to reminice and bleed what could have been.