Your eyes.

The touch of a cold one at the crack of dawn

Bear- like embraces with he fun of LITE nostalgia

Uptown sailing leading to a joyous fireplace

Source of light being the indigo blaze emanating from your halo

Greetings first, then tales of  beloved folk tales pierce our dark empire.

I notice your strong grip on knowledge and sexiness

The way you speak as if to impress

I am finessed.

My heart is clearly a mere mortal organ just like my eyes.

You are a glance of nurture and providence…

Beauty

iNFINITY and fragility dripped in tears

Life sure is like the sun…

And now it shines right thru this July Stormy weather

Your eyes being tomorrow’s decorous sunrise.

 

 

-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

 

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Fragile #poetry

I have come face to face with my own demons

They injected my ear canal with a shrilled piece of truth
You and I are made of glass.
Glass with the ability to camouflage
But just as a chameleon meets its end,
You and I were not meant to be immortal
Yet we tried the incomprehensible
Searching for a portal
A road that can aid us in enjoying the fragile moment
Living in the glass house moment
But the moments now shutter into a million glass pieces
In this cold world I warm up with your goodbye kisses.

-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

JAMMING WITH HER

Funny how eyes work
The way they write their message
On my canvas face
Painting raging storms of thunderous thoughts.
Your lips play their part like base in a jazz tune
You know, the one you sway your head to

and snap your delicate fingers to

As a microphone to the unnoticeable background keys.

Forgetting that you are releasing rampant sparks of fire that resemble a few dying stars

The room comes to life

The thin strings of life cultivating the germination of a robust erection of guitar keys
Visual are the lines tagging at my feet as I groove to the beat with a grativationall pull
With much respect I put my moves to it as I obey the beat-full of jam
Beautiful jams are your favourite kinda sauce
be it any kinda fruit

Funny how your eyes
Glance at me.

uncharacterised to any human soul to have existed.
Within that glance exists a milky white canvas.
Within my mind is a brush that maintains a lot of colours to keep my vision narrowed.
You allow your lips to reveal your emotions…
A smile that sparks curruscating sparks of blue fire
Rivers of blue fire running under my canopy skin
Resorting to me obeying like she were my kin
I am on my feet and conversing with the beat in a blink
No time to think

Just seeking the drums and in them I sink
She joins with every of her gracious sways leaving a trace full of newborn universes
Queen from the east

Now conquering the multi verse.

 

   -RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.