The shaft of light and your silhouette.
They craft a pretty tapestry.
Love in a limbo.
We kissed the flame of embers.
Your debonair shadow
secretly clinching my physiology.
Like a specter of Aphrodite,
you made me a fire on top of Olympus.
Our fierce camaraderie
is the regret of carnage.
While we see darkness in the day,
our nights are flashes of Indigo and Mauve.
Reblogged this on chester maynes.
liking the last lines most
Hi Ian…thanks again for dropping-by and for liking this! 🙂
nice one. find these lines lovely, ‘your debonair shadow
secretly clinching my physiology..’
really appreciate for liking this one! 🙂