Purple petals.

The purple petals

against the backs of our black and yellow…

From miles away those stormy, spring nights

Bring scents of fresh linen that’ve slipped off the line,

And beneath us nature’s silky fibres, wafting from each and every atom

we forget the world around us.

But still as it is, I’ve never felt so awake

sharing a nest in seamless sway—

Made for us to lull and let slip the list of endless errands

woven to the very blueprint of our existence.

The honey that’s gold,

That we both garner for more,

Long forgotten;

A chore for tomorrow.

For now we slumber under the sun in this purple sun flower.

But as still as we sit, the petals will wilt

and we will return to what we once thought

was all there was:

Days of endless buzzing, from these petals to those,

Carrying drafts of colours and leaving them to the unknown.

But still it will stay with us;

the striking violet stains from our blissful getaway,

tattooed past our black and yellow, leaking into our veins.

And no matter how tough the will of violent rain,

it could never wash

the thoughts, the dreams,

The What Ifs

We shared

For sharing sake,

Away.