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.
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