MUSE
By Silva Zanoyan Merjanian
She’s in between poems you wrote in your sleep between madness and euphoria in your dreams
she’s between lips brushed on her breath’s skin between fingerprints you kissed on your sheets
she’s between moans of the night and sunrise between notes of Beethoven rolling down your tongue
she’s between tuned strings of a cellist on canvas in between shades of sunflowers and iris
she’s laughter, snagged between your metronome beats she’s in between an ocean and a sky on its knees
you’re between paper and a drop of ink
Silva Zanoyan Merjanian
SPRING
By Silva Zanoyan Merjanian
On days like this Light carries sultry swirls to her fingertips as if a summer night biting on a breeze spring raindrops plump with promise hit heaving ground burst into half conceived laughter reality gently peeled from a dream nail scratches inside her skin she slides through tight ribs eyes on joie de vivre threading clouds
on days like this whispers color lips in rose scented pink half truths or lies in a moment she heals
on days like this she’ll wear her blue dress she’ll leave the curls in her hair red toenails scratch inside your skin as you try to escape your daydreams
she never looks back again crushed apple seeds under her heels