watercolor love

You are watercolor
Dancing on paper.
The strokes of your body,
Sway with the rhythm of colors,
That vivify the memory
Of the once flawless
Pare of my youth.

I am a brush
Trying to lash
You back into this blank space
You once filled
With bright
Shades of bliss.

But the light
Is swiftly grazing off.
Concealing the luminous
Hues of desire

The colors are turning into
Subdued streaks of parting.
Now only smudges of
Sad claret fills up,
The space you left beside me.