Camouflage

One step taken backwards, with golden yellow leaves crackling beneath your feet, you walked up the staircase yesterday, holding her, sighing. Sometimes, the glint in these eyes goes brighter. Dew like honey drops bursting on temples, mind glowing, thrust between hallucination and veracity. In reverse you move, your words turning to symbols, and she regresses into catharsis. Seasons switching like heartbeats, you see the green return to the wreath around her head. Tilting delicate fortress onto careful hand, your ambrosia rejuvenates wilting lips to blushing pink. Lightning bolts inside the iris sparkling, lashes broadening across globes of sight, sinking back to gentle thoughts. Captured sweetly betwixt both infirmity and remedy, is where empress lives, in the committed arms of raw dreams. Time repealed then seized while your expedience surges thoroughly, never realizing that this allegory was indeed a camouflaged reality. Sometimes, the thunder in these eyes goes quiet. One step taken onwards, with crimson red leaves crackling beneath your feet, you walked down the staircase today, holding her, crying.