Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

The Cache

They say diamonds never breakAnd yet her heart,When it did,The golden of her hair –Rustled.Her ruby lips –Quivered.Her deep set pair of obsidian –Glistened.AndBrine traced its way.Across the silver.Of her skin.Forming along its way –A pearl.Washed ashore.On the granite.Of my hands.