Hold

RENOIR

 

When you hold me

my body melts into

furnac’d colours

where rainbows flow instead of blood.

 

When you hold me

myth becomes possible

and nothing can be misconstrued

as anything but love.

 

Yes when you hold me

my mind stills and orchestral voices

fan the trees, and we embody

what we were meant to be,

 

a living halo of our needs

wrapped in one supernal moment.

 

 

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