if you were a song
you would echo through concert halls
permeate every anhedonic state
richly vibrate between the seats
and wet lashes
you’d bring them to their feet
the way you brought me to my knees
if you grew from the earth
your colors would shame sunsets
send them paled in comparison
as you spread vivid and hypnotic
cover every inch of skin
they would roll themselves across you
the way that I once did
if you were a painting
you would be the one I never finished
not for lack of trying
I just couldn’t find the shades
that felt adequate or fitting
you’d hang in a gallery for them to adulate
the way I never did enough
“richly vibrate between the seats
and wet lashes” <3
This poems packs a lot of psychic energy into a small space. The last 2 stanzas are particularly potent, and speak to me of an attention-seeking person probably best avoided! Thank you.
if you were a painting
you would be the one I never finished
not for lack of trying
I just couldn’t find the shades
that felt adequate or fitting
you’d hang in a gallery for them to adulate
the way I never did enough
I am thankful that someone picked up on that – yes!