I still imagine myself, with you
The candied dreams of wedding,
of life under your illuminated blue
My frosty limbs allied to your warmth.
My world grows fond in your arms
With light and splendour
The complacent clouds of your hair
The yearned touch,so hard to cradle
Your crimson clay of ambition’s gleam
filling my heart with more than just blood
ambient like poison,yet never kills
the breath sinks, like a perishing swan.
I can’t live in poems knowing
that I still love you,
to the end of the dreaming left in me,
to the hope of eternity in me.