Discoloration

September 25, 2014

You took my hand,
brought me down into the morning,
and knelt down beside me.
Looking up to me,
your eyes blanched mine,
and we smiled.

We were younger,
but then we met,
and that smile,
that inimitable smile,
brought me here.

You blanched my eyes,
and then your skin.
Your hand lead me here,
to plead with you,
to let me join you,
and now my eyes,
my stained eyes,
reflect promises engraved on a stone.

Your warm light courses
through the darkness of my hollow,
drying the blood from my eyes.
Illumining my sight,
your light brims out from them,
and swallows me whole.

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  • Ani Mouradian

    A vivid rush of sensations, I like.