As I slept through the rain of Monet in motion
each drop unfurled on the palette of my mind
in dreams with the essence of Cordon Bleu
sweet cognac, aphrodisiac
a coherent melody in the eunoia rain
stained with ultramarine and cadmium yellow
night unwound itself like a silk ribbon
harmonious in cacophony
your velvet midnight gathered at my throat
like smoke unraveling beneath closed lips
while moonlight dissolved into vermilion
along the curve of whispered skin
and somewhere beneath the breathing dark
our shadows moved like tongues of flame
soft as watercolor against bare skin
until even silence spoke your name
still damp with the scent of lilacs
and the weight of unfinished light
breath strokes Cordon Bleu
sweet cognac, aphrodisiac
