My delight, my delight I spore out my song, willow tree’s damp leaves slurry a splash into your ear. Vacant winds fill — passing luscious words missed long ago. Missed, not forgotten. Scattered inside linear quirks arriving the night you warmed my hand. And your neck winked at me.
Color Splash by Amorina Ashton
Delight, my delight a heart pounding gaze walloped into streak sparks. Confiscated words, wringing them of true meaning — desperate to keep any part of you. Stale air from spurts of gold, hitting upon a brick wall… So it seemed. Tiny droplets trickling in as each year spun past.
Drip, drip, drip
Salty waters corroding a heart made of brass. Tiny specks wiggling in opening holes to let in.
My delight, my delight aching in your hardhearted guise. Your smile melts the mold of my frame, and I’m swallowed in gush of fragrant speech. Words reviving my saddened heart — the day my words were expended. Breathe, breathe my lovely come enter the swarms of life.
A few rail upon me solidly piercing deep into my swells. Your eyes across the room entering me without a sound. I stare upon your beauty hiding behind my thoughts. Your air filling rooms with color, I am silenced. My delight, you silence me in awe. Words are of no use trying to describe my heart for you.
Lilting in my unspokenness, letting my lips curve slightly. Read my eyes my delight, know me as my eyes inhale you engulfing my lungs. Absorbing your details in a lifetime. Stretching my words in ages to come, now and then they linger on. Truth behind the words that spread cannot be denied. Still they lack denotation — there is no language or definition that confesses such emotion…My Adoration, My Delight.
