Why do I do this everyday?
Why do I do anything for that matter?
I’m a collection of muted undertones
In varying shades of brown
The delicate skin under my eye is pale
Yet, brightly elastic to life’s wonder
My cheeks flush lightly in mauve
Every time I smile
Every time I think of your smile!
I fill my shadowy contours with a pen
Giving wings to the wrinkles
Which have settled permanently on my face
I’m a genuine collector of beauty
Seeking all those expressions that levitate
Like the chestnut sun
Lifting the warmest skin on my forehead
Towards the heavens
I bow like a humble servant
To the proper word, my arrow
Feeling its boney wrath and sorrow
Inside each and every cylinder
Catching them with my great big net
Before I blink them away
Why do I do this?
I’m a modern day relic
Hello, have we met?
My heart, a ravishing wine
Saturated in all things radiant
And bloody orange
A color which only makes sense
Watch out, it’s readying to pounce on you
The minute I let it loose