Sans Colours Poem by Sameer Mecheri

Sans colours
I would like to paint your lips
First

Transforming
Your cries into sobs
I want to twine around you

The moments
Of our competing breathing
should last centuries.

The nail wounds you made
Upon my chest
In that semi sleep
should have a sugary pain.

And at last
I will die
Leaving behind
A half done lip picture.

But this death should accompany
A wet dream
In which you will filter
My whole inner strength.