Reading Fragrances Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

the lines have grayed themselves to an invisible red
and all that was left was said
and in its fetal resignation, we can only begin pretend
that I was your lover and you were in love
playing a foolish hand with a blind heart
and now in the final frame we touch for what seems
like ages and fairytales whispered during a breakfast
sunrise, I was your instrument and you caressed
my tone to your favorite melody
and I held you five stories above heaven's glorious horizon
just so to your eyes in a different light
the battle has muted itself below us now
as all that was left was said
tempt me, your hands begged me
as our loves played out their roles in the gambling
window of always so and however more
you challenge me & I can only surrender
and from this mystery I found you as you found me
under what was said from all that was left...