Kaleidoscope

The petals of your soul are bruised and battered with the anguish of a spinning kaleidoscope,

The petals of my soul are cautious in their mastery wanting to fold you into safety,
Your touches lacerate my mind, reminding me of wanderlust, as well as the need to flee from the danger of your gaze.

Simplicity is not the extension of verve we crave and hunger for, why do the vampires of tenderness not break the endless pain we all endure?

You who wander endlessly through the sands foregoing bolts of evolution, is never unnoticed by the one who waits in the uninterrupted storm of uncertainty.

My metamorphosis is aided by your light, cautious the gift you leave behind.

My gentle muse, bitter thorns tear at our tender flesh, will my silent devotion ever be enough I question?

You are agony and bliss to me~


Karla Arce © 11/07/08