Tryst

by Skyfire   Dec 16, 2020


You rose up to
meet me
through the indigo sky
and we pricked
at our fingers
with the sharpness of stars
to see -
if we could -
the color of hearts.
Yours ran vermilion
and mine was like wine
spilling it's secrets
through blush-tinted lips
that sipped
and sighed
through the vastness
of night.
My fingers pulled at the
hem of your sleeve,
lost for a single beat
of our souls -
and then,
like a child,
reached onward
to love.

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  • 9 months ago

    by hiraeth

    It's possible I'm reading too much into this, but I think what stuck with me the most, is that you chose vermillion (a bright colour, full of vigor) to describe their heart, and you chose wine (a darker hue, almost purple depending on the exact shade) to describe yours. In diagrams of the heart, red/vermillion can be used to show oxygenated blood, which indicates that they're full of life, or you see them that way, and deoxygenated blood is shown as blue. Blue and red mixed together make purple, and that indicates you're full of life and not at the same time. You see them through rose-tinted glasses, and that's further cemented by the ending, pulling on their sleeve, reaching for love, like a child. A quality I think that is necessary for us to hold onto in life. Anyway, rambling aside, this is a very lovely write.

  • 10 months ago

    by Star

    You a have a way with words that’s so unique!!
    This is really good!

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