Dear Dissonance

by kholinar

Serpentine swirls
billowing beneath
my will
stretched past forgeting,
forgiving allowances
made for each
confused wave,
each glance at the void,
each simpering truth
that wouldn’t be gilded.
We wished for more
than drifting bliss
we pined for
collisions that
might leave us bloody
in our dissonance.
Friction is welcome,
exquisite scarlet scraped
into understanding.