pink Persephone

your twinkling voice rises inside me like a great crescendo of an old Italian orchestra, where you see the string section give off the most energy and it makes you grin

“They really like that part, they must’ve practiced very hard…” you noticed and I nod in agreement as you grin.

“Ah, that smile of yours makes the evening better,” I say, and you cover your mouth and giggle, shaking your head in gentle disbelief.

As I swirl the old Merlot with my green eyes behind the glass

I dream of grabbing your wide hips and placing my other hand at the small of your back

And crashing our mouths together, mashing and tongues unapologetically dancing

Jane Eyre, you drive me mad with longing and red, driving love, your milky brown eyes in my dreams

You drive me to the high points of my heart’s joy

Plaintive sounds sink into my chest

As I see such high bouncy, flirty clouds of pink. Petals that remind me of your gentle voice, the one I miss so much.

You know that I’m talking about only you Jane, my love, my only one, my heart

My darling.

Don’t doubt it. You know better than I that time is not important when it comes to a true, intact feeling of finding the utter half of your whole.

I love you very much indeed.

You’re like my pink Persephone. The bringer of spring and orange green bliss.

And I want to sink into your pink clouds, forever.

Yours, Edward