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.