your glit blonde silk stands out in a crowd of ordinary blondes
skin like ivory tiles on a grand piano
base notes of cinnamon musk and amber patchouli
you are completely delectable
you make me a true gourmand
we are both victims in this era of forgotten
in the sound of your laughter
the silver strings of a harp start its melody
each time your tears fall
they form a sharp, crashing chord
every moment with you carries a bittersweet resonance from a dozen violas
we were living the dreams
I would forsake the rest
allow them to quench their thirst from my rubies
while we lick each other's wounds
while the cold ashes slowly melt into thin air
we finally extinguished us
