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 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 smiles, he’s taken in now by her strange eyes, so sunny side up.