Silent grains of pollen fall upon the face
Veiling the ache in jaundiced beauty
Swirls, streaks, sinews
Yet the doe eyes tell the tale
Through the seed-spotted lashes,
The red rims, the swell of a crystal tear
Flashes of sunny brilliance tint the soft tendrils of the hair
Blinding all to the raven darkness within
Gloss, gossamer, gushes
Yet the stray strand lays bare the story
Through soundless floating melancholy
The loneliness, the pain of abandonment
Rivulets of fluid fervour reflect against the lithe limbs
Distracting one from the taut tension
Affective, aesthetic, allegoric
Yet the terse tendon pulses passionately
Through throbs of pilfered potency
The hurt, the twinge of forced surrender
Cowlicks of feeding fire caress the soul
Burning mercilessly the water of life
Coy, come-hither, cooing
Yet the undiscovered drop dances
Through pirouettes of pleasure
The joy, the abandon of a second chance
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