• Dina

The Exhibit

I fell in love

in a museum


more than once

with the same person


How do I tell

this little story?


How do I describe

that vivid technicolor moment

where your heart


It wants to break free of you


No matter the cost

And there is a cost


Your heart only sees

the color of her heart

vivid violent red


A powerhouse

kept quiet by a mind


With a penchant

for self preservation


She doesn’t know it

Not yet


But with every quiet

coquettish blush

she’s ensnared you


It’s too soon


But time is just a concept

Constructed to prevent you


From arriving too late

or coming too early


My skin is on fire

where we touched


For a moment

Shoulder to shoulder


As you took in each piece

I pretended to not watch

But I wanted to tell you


How you made me


See the future

With stardusted dreams


In my eyes


But the dust blinded me

I didn’t see the end


Quickly as it bloomed

and blossomed


It wilted with brown

tipped pink petals


So what I’m trying to say is

I love the museum

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