Phantasmal Passion-
A moonlight night sewn together for you and I to share like a cake embellished with dripping honey.
A cloak of sugar from the moon falls upon us as we rejoice in each other's company.
The moon to me is a mirror that pales in comparison to your subtle beauty and reads its strength from you,
To me the moment is still a beautiful tapestry despite my desire for you to shine in the sky instead of the moon that tries to reflect your authentic enchantments.
Snow falls like cherry blossoms around us,
But the only cherry in that night is found in the cherry wine dancing on our tongues as we race across the impenetrable ice,
Our hands intertwined as our eyes laugh and our hearts beat drunk with joy and illuminate the vivid feelings that holds this arras together.
The snow is turned to sugar because we willed it to,
The ice of frozen syrup seems to never melt and the manifestation of our love will never fade.
I pray that this night will never end,
But now I laugh to know it never began.
While I dream that your hair smells of lemon,
I breathe in this fantasy that reeks of the orange I detect on your costume,
It feels as a orange tastes,
I would believe that it is soft flower that can be crushed between two fingers,
But Altas,
it is a unruly stone lodged into my heart.
Our love was merely a idle dream,
A butterfly without wings.
It was born of my imagination,
The daydreams of a lonely youth.
This vision melts away,
The daydream disappears while life grabs my heart from my chest.
It is as transient as the light from the moon that it was centered upon.
It exists only in the evanescent dreams of my youth.
Aspen Duscha is a poet that is currently lives in the United States of America. Aspen is usually drinking some form of coffee. Aspen loves to read and write, and loves write poetry.
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