Carvings Syed Zaman Wax casts and porcelain faces— Laced with breaths bleeding indigo— Hemmed by violet velvet veracities. Unfired surfaces adorned with Baroque butterflies and malleable Motes of dancing doves. Dyed feathers drift gently—deceivingly Undefinably through the thumping Beat of blue air. I am beseeched by borrowed Layers of ivory white—blinded Blamelessly by the blink of A one-winged bird—its Cross-hatching of colors—caressing of Silver crescents curving at unrecognizable, Drearily diluted dreamy distances. I am beguiled by fervent shapes— Draping the figurative canvas Of my desires in strokes of Alizarin crimson— Inscribing forgotten verses from poems as Prose delineating our past to Replace pale purple renditions. My inkwell is refilled by green emeralds, Amber, and the transparency of wet fears Lingering lyrically inside the cavernous Cacophonous holes bound by Soaring sounds sung through Sandstone walls that brim with beams of Weeping moonlight. I, too, became yours—captive to the Peerless beauty beneath a menagerie of Charred charcoal sculptures— Resembling the Multiphasic masks of Mona Lisa— An uncanny smile Mounted mosaically in melancholia— Painted—ghostly white and luminescent— Awash—in euphoria. I am swept away by the alchemy of the Indomitable distended sky reddening behind Pinks and mauves—gradually turning satin Black as the starlit darkness closes in on us.
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