Painting | My Summer Wine by Adrian Borda
You carved into my skin
The promise of a bruise
And I have watched it bloom
Into a sigh.
My body veils in silence
Each indigo – a secret
That longs for your caress
To mellow,
Else to die.
And when the snow falls red
Onto my cheeks displaced
By kisses inked in rain,
I shatter days:
The ones replete of beauty,
Those fashioned into hailstones…
All left for you to salvage.
Your loss
To set ablaze.
*
I lay asleep on the lip of a fountain,
Enveloped in the cadence of the night.
Ambushed. In slumbering, contrite
A dream of fingers closed around my ankle —
The sound of his approach veiled by the rustle of the trees.
“Dance with me.” The proclamation of a fall.
Not a request and yet… not quite an order. Tease.
Transfixed, I am unable to resist the call.
Impetuous hand imprisons. Thoughts tangled. Can’t delay
Make my escape… from his hold run away?
The shadow of a kiss, eyes searching for an answer,
Betrayed in my reluctance by a sigh
And in tenacious rave am twined into his lie.
Relentless. Punishing. By fire sealed — mistake.
To pained regrets and daylight I awake.
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