Art

gracebabcockwrites:

I wander into a museum,
hoping to replace
your image with a more
peaceful work of art.
Gazing at paintings
of ancient mysteries,
my knees start to tremble. 
Ultramarine glows against
gold leaf, creating visions
of power that reach toward
the divine. Gazing at you,
I shake the same way–
your loveliness sings
from highest of stars
to the depths of my bones,
but I know we will
never touch.