Aquarelle Love
How I learned to paint my true colours outside of the lines. #bisexualpride
From fire and ice, behold
An existence led between extremes.
Too many times I’ve been told
To live within inflexible seams.
Red and cyan, on my skin;
Each stroke a chapter sparing no limb.
My soul tried to match within
Each mournful cry of that solemn hymn.
Soon, I was forced to admit
My dreams were pure amethyst and gold.
No longer would I submit;
From beyond your stark lines, I’d unfold.
Watercolour lips, behold
The melting of cyan, red with gold.
Naked before you, so bold
Yet shivering from a gaze so cold.
I know the fire is lost
As I unfurl my amethyst wings.
Beautiful, but at what cost?
The malignant voice in my head sings.
Your backs turn, I see your scars;
I shroud mine in ink and sweet flowers.
Will they remain our only memoirs,
Vestiges of love once ours?
For now, my hair remains mauve,
And my eyes are flecked with green and gold.
On the ledge from which I dove,
Freed at last from that wretched blindfold.
Watercolour lips, indeed!
I send a lilac kiss towards you.
I’ll follow where it may lead
Until we can find our love anew.
--E. Levreault
About the Creator
Eleni Levreault
Full-time baby doc | Part-time writer | Full-time dreamer |
https://www.instagram.com/echolima__/
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