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.
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.