mind photograph.

i wish it were easy
to forget your face,
but then the stale blue comes again.
in pictures you radiate,
inside my mind,
the love burned holes,
black holes,
like vacuums inside the earth.
i am form with out color,
sheer innocent,
you loved my nuance,
withered,
paper rays dangling,
spilling words ,
crooked all over you.
with these moments,
held so tight,
nothing came from it,
i thought explosions,
with bursting suns,
our meaning would evaporate,
yet i stagger
on the verge of knowing
that which shall never
be known.
how sublime your secret,
your smile still brilliant in all it's hidden glory,