Revival

If you were a color
i'd paint the deepest oceans to
mirror your beauty
swiftly guided motions paint a picture
of a love supreme
a place where I had always dreamed of being
every moment the sun sets pulse
its your pulse that I desire
to produce my beat on old wooden
floors that embodie this house of insecurity
I reside in
leading the earth in chorus as melodies
are shaped in the wind in the pattern
of your scent because my oxygen is filled with
middle class perfume and asphyxiating beauty
i've breathed you in more than once
hoping that it would keep you around a little longer; internal revival that would make the mute shout

ahh..