You love like the seasons…
The spring in your step renewed me
Your summer lips subdued me
You weakened my limbs and I did fall
But your touch foretold winter after all.
And you left – for what? To recycle a lie,
To bring forth new flowers just to let them die.
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.
Lonely forgotten places.
They make coffee with my emotions. Mixed, unsettled, unsettling.
Reminding me of my mortality – and loneliness
Like a shadow that hides in sunlight but never quite leaves us.
Reaching out, hoping for an embrace.
But I escape to the safety of modern infrastructure, the sights drowning my thoughts till they settle.
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.
She was by a window in the library,
Brown eyes turned golden in light,
A pencil-chewing, hybridized sight,
Eyes glassy from the trance of reading,
He approaches, she, unheeding.
He says hello and offers to refill her coffee cup,
She empties his will with her strange eyes, so sunny side up.
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.