Naked Emotions

She dipped her brush

into blood of her angst

and painted on canvas

a visual diary of lies.

Bare naked emotions

stripped down

to goosebumps,

breathed through earth

into my gaping mouth.

Empty walls cried out

with no voices,

days lined up

endlessly

to take their turn

in seamless infinity

of no color.

Pores of her skin

opened doors

to minute specks

of ice and dust,

an uplifting loneliness,

an illusion of purity

lost in obscurity.

Heaviness of

fraught mind

ravenous for

multi-color prisms,

awakening blue silence

of unsettled stones,

riding currents of

nightly tides.

I turn away

with backward glance,

enthralled yet repelled,

searching for

hidden simplicity

encasing

the perfect world -

the sunflower touch

imprinting its hands

on our tomorrow

as summer stands still.