Perfect Sky

I write lines that sometimes rhyme,
sometimes crash and fall
Sometimes I pull out words from her
I shouldn't want at all

My chest is testing, messy blessing
I wish I'd stayed till dawn
I wish I had the perfect sky
to spill the lightning on

Her name is memory, broken record
so I won't get stuck in lies
Her face is magnetic, a ledge to leap
a place I will set my eyes

This game I play is war or beauty,
terrified that they're both right
She spends the last of her minutes here,
I still can't sleep through the night

My temperature rises, smoke to flashes
burns when I never choose
I wish we had the perfect canvas
and color we would never lose

Her kiss is lighter, heartache changer
didn't know I could love to cry
Her kiss is faster, sinner, breathier
I can bite out the reason why

My heart is heavy, maroon lately
but I love that color too
Sometimes the red gets too damn lonely
with her I can even fade to blue

So I write lines that sometimes rhyme,
sometimes crash and fall
Sometimes I pull out words from her
I shouldn't want at all

by Maya Hanson

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Comments (3)

waiting for the selfless and exquisite smile is just beautiful...
Thank you - and SHE leaves me speechless - it's a wonder I am writing at all.
Another poem to leave me... speechless! .....I love it.