Moonlight on Meadows
you dismantled my
wisteria-covered walls,
unraveling my defenses
like frayed silk...
my nights are now
painted with your kisses
soft as twilight spilling
across an oasis
in an Arabian desert...
I am lost in the
reminiscence of your rays~
the taste of sunbeams
sweet yet sharp citrus
tantalizing my tongue ...
the warmth lingering
long after the moonlight
on meadows that have faded...
but beneath this bliss
breathe a
lagoon of lemonade lies
where truth dissolves
in the tang of deceit
in the form of a mirage
as the veil slips
my exposed heart~
now bearing the
embroidery of your poetry
subtly sewn in
demure damask hues~
feels each word
as a poking plunge
of the needle
weaving through
the fabric of my being
binding me to
the memories we’ve created...
yet with every stitch,
I wonder if I am adorned
or undone~
whether this beautiful façade
Is a gift
or a curse,
f o r e v e r
trapped in
this poisonous paradise...
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