Infinitesimal tears

Infinitesimal tears, cerulean
lovely strokes of sadness outside the windowpane, unseen
by the naked eye yet felt
by the naked heart

Infinitesimal tears, cerulean
quilt of water under my feet
whisking reality away, and emotions become tangible
cool and burning on my shivering fingertips

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I open the bathroom counter

   For some cure to my insomnia to find

-- You won’t believe me --

the writhing, tender shoots of unadulterated aroma

 lavender and I think –

the spiciness of orange slices

stretching out from the caresses of

a blue      glass      bottle

their floral fingers of vine gently

gracing the line

between reality and

                             fantasy

       there is no resisting as the

curling infantile wood wraps around

   my bare shoulders, lifting me

up, up, up as I fly

into violet dreams

      of midnight.

Forgotten

Have you forgotten the color of your lips as they smile?
Have you forgotten the aroma of leaves in autumn fire?
Have you forgotten the freshly fallen magnolia petals?
Have you forgotten a thunderstorm's stinging rock metal?

Did you forget your cute kitten's furry embrace?
Did you forget his blue eyes staring into blue space?
Did you forget the shining leather of your determined shoes?
Did you forget the taste of milky cappucino from The Muse?

Do not think this poem cliche and walk away yet,
To go on living a drab life immersed in dim violette.
Remember when your heart was draped in red silk cotton
I'm just afraid that you might have forgotten.