I did not know you before,
Your hue dances
between the sweetness of honey
and the heat of spice and yet,
I cannot place you in familiar territory.
Perhaps I’ve seen you reflected
in others eyes but mine,
mine have never fallen,
though they ache to do so.
Did you brush my cheek? My neck?
A hint of warmth melted my ice
and it tickled as it raced home to the river,
falling like tears for the newborn
first laid in my arms.
They were neither happy nor sad, either.
with tremors that roll
like tumbleweed over my skin,
hair spills like paint on my canvas,
bleeding into your strange hue.
I trace my fingers through their borders,
a welcome introduction
that teases as much as it tortures.
You sing an unwritten song
and it clings to my ear
like moist breath,
bringing promises to lips,
cracked and parched by absence.
Hope cannot even whisper
lest she tear them red,
yet she wails,
with deep heaving of her chest.
I say goodbye through barred lashes.