your words were beauty atavistic
provoking nostalgia when I had no need of it.
reminiscent of obsolete memories
crawling like tentacles from the back of my mind
svelte, starved for remembrance -
like those noxious rumors redolent, unctuous
whispers shaped by the painter's tongue.
the bliss is great but the guilt is greater
and this is why I turned away
from your open soul -
I took your love in ingots to place in my bank
that lightless cell, and now I stand here waiting
for any passion still coagulating. take your time.
your words were beauty atavistic
provoking sweet nostalgia
Author notes
I chose the color black
A contest entry
- Dipped In Paint With Color (( PROMPT )) by HereComesTheSun.
550 points, ended January 20, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
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