love me in white instead

black into the night disappears
behind melancholic stars
and reborn a deathly gray
like a lovely fire losing fire
forgetting to smolder and burn.

leaves may endure and transcend
summers, winters, falls
but in gravity they have
faith, tragically helpless
when time clothes each in earth.

i am a prisoner of scents and air
of perfumed gardens 

of violets, divine
but intangibly so. how
can i love that which i can't touch?

red...the color of my torment
the taste of jealousy on
my tongue, the hint of
betrayal on your lips...
love and loss is a flower, the rose.

and what of blue? is it not the color
that speaks its name? the
calm before the tempest?
the quiet after the storm?
a cycle of prayers that no one hears.

lover, love me in white instead.

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love me in white instead

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