You remind me of the lessons the kaleidoscope taught me.
I never knew such beauty could shine through the plethora of sharded glass.
Cavorting with you in our golden tube, showered by the rainbows of a future memory.
A nicotine kiss in the crystal smoke reminds me of the lessons you're about to teach me.
A diamond embedded in your chest, piercing excruciating passion through the bars of the bird cage. Who let her go?
I leave this diamond here in her memory, and a withered rose for the dead.
I slumber, somnambulating in concentric circles between the bars of bones, awaiting the revenant's return.
She's already here, isn't she?
Excuse me, it's just my peculiarity of painting disease pretty,
with my can of words and brush of lips.