Painting Petals

Will you sometimes wait with me at cross-roads,

In the midst of all things concealed,

and otherwise revealed

In a mist of moods,

And movements,

Of thoughts,

Trapped and triggered by a collective consciousness

That never knows itself


When with you).


Word without the echo of minds and bodies,

That tickle one and other in the night-time.

Soaked, instead,

In the solitude of a muse –

A hearty yet meaningless alliteration.

I am painting the petals that fall from you,

For you,


With the letter shaped shades of my smile.

All the while, I see you

In a reflective,

Introspective shadow of something like


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