Swords of Yesteryear

Photo by Microsoft Designer

he sails off on her

ebony canoe eyes

dancing with silhouettes of

orange hallway light

she bites off her blood red

nail polish letting

the chrome white horse seep

into her veins

she stares passed the

black holes of his iris

where he sits and cries

acrylic tears

he waves cold samurai

swords of yesteryear

as rushing rivers flow

through her cherry lips

in darkness spirits rise

the glass viola cries

and they gaze into each other's

holograph eyes