`` Your eyes spelled my doom and yet all I saw was peace an ocean so calm and gentle I could walk on it and not sink.
And when your words cut my soul and your wrath met me with a sharp kiss all I felt was bliss,
Your voice like thunder Left my heart fluttering as one listening to sweet symphonies,
for surely even your wrath met me with promises of your love and your voice enveloped me in warmth.
On the day your fist met my bones flashing colors of bright red movement so fluid rhythm so flawless like the beatings of a drum as the songs continued telling tall tales of how love could not endure without pain as an anchor.
And today, as my skin went cold and my eyes lost its warmth, sounds of beating drums receded like a heart beat fading softly sweet symphonies reduced to silence life slipped from shattered bones and bright red painted your canvas,
I realize that Fate was cruel, Life was cold, Love was war, And peace; the sound of a beating drum But you my love, were an artist And I was happy to be your canvas.
This is my entry for Blockchain poets weekly prompt “Denial”.