You crushed me like grapes
when you kissed her in the vineyard…
Don’t you remember how our bond was fermented
by our nightly trysts in the cellar?
You grew on me,
Consuming my sugar
Only to leave me bitter and drained,
Withdrawing your lips from me too soon,
Now I linger here like aftertaste,
Dissipating in life’s spittoon.
He didn’t look back.
Her eyes played a dangerous game of fetch,
And he knew his heart was boomerang.
She cared nothing for the clichéd light of day
She reveled in her sullied darkness –
With a smile as sudden and charged as lightning.
He prepared her heart:
Marinated in her perspective
Thawed her icy reservations
Covered her in an honest heat,
Rising, until she was complete right through.
She felt like a flavorful cynosure under the sprinkle of stars above,
She finally, unendingly wanted a taste of his love.
She was in love with the man made out of sand
But she lived in water, nestled in the waves
Stubborn, she took him for herself, held him close
In seconds, he fell away from her body
Leaving mocking impressions on her skin that said ‘you never had me’…
Frantic now, she gathered as much of him as she could in her hands
But he was gone, seeping through her fingers into a vast ocean
She sat by the shore and mourned for the loss of him, more painful than before.