i miss loving you; i miss the calm and easy and content way of just kissing in the blue hour — clothes, falling out of flushing skin; mine was a map of scars named after estranged people, and yours, an anomaly of carnelians breaking at the softest touch.

and yet, nothing hurt enough. not the fading autumn days leaving us to fall apart in october. not the poems that painted this love to be more beautiful than it actually was. not the carnelians, breaking everywhere.

and i miss loving you, but this october rain isn't cleansing — it just falls cruelly on a heart too eager to break itself.  i miss loving you, but all these blue hours have corrupted what's left of your first tainted kiss. i miss loving you, but betrayal still rests comfortably on my skin: a map of scars named after people. a map of scars cut by carnelians. a map of scars named after you.

and this october rain isn't healing; it's just cruel.

it's just cold.

— fray narte

Sunborn scales of the Imperial Dragon
  
     whose body is entwined in a purple cloud.

               His feathered tail whips around with vibrant colours as it

   is  like the peacock's beloved eye of the Emerald Seas.
  
With coiling whiskers of fiery carnelians

              and eyes born of liquid sunrise
                  
                    whose roar rattles the sky and cracks the Pearl Moons

           and out pours the Virtues of Harmony, wingless dragons

who dance to the music of the Heavens and it rains silver feathers,

            wind-beaten. Sweet, soft, feathery wishes that perch on my

                    shoulders that brings me tranquil seas.

Allow my skin to burn under the wonders of the sun
For it to be burnt away, letting loose the ever so flowing blood
Free from the confinements that the skin created
Allow my bones underneath to be bare for the world to observe
Like the paintings in museums framed with perfect lighting
Letting my body mold with the earth's guilty pleasures
Causing the grass to be green like emeralds
Soil amongst it all to be like carnelians
And for my soul to be entrapped by the colours of flowers
Angelite, Amethyst, Rose Quartz, Sapphire and Ruby
Those which fracture light and expose colours so eminent
Allow all flowers to grown in and around my decaying body
As they flourish and weave their entire being around my rib cages
Allow my dying body to breathe back life into something so encapsulating
For there vines to engulf my bones
Wrapping and gripping me into the soil and grass
For my skull to be forever staring at the sky
Cloud watching during the day,
Star counting through the night,
Allow my skin to burn under the warmths of the sun
Allow my bones to freeze under the bitterness of the moon
Receiving hugs from the vines forever as time will allow
And allow my bones, white as a ghost to be engulfed with petals
As they form artwork on my decaying body
Painting full of colour, on a body reflecting shadows of a life lived