That sometime thing, You know,
when lights
dim and
thoughts race
back to other
times.
The enticing smiles that lead to
tortured white sheets that smell of summer fields dried
by a
devil sun
then
her lips,
honey sweet,
as she pressed
her youth into
my empty life
holding eternity in her eyes
and me
in her arms.
Kissing heaven’s messengers, dying a small
cosmic death, reaching
paradise and
laughing
at
fate.
Too quick
the
morning
the sad goodbyes. Waving,
crying the last
tear,
realising
It was
just another
sometime thing. You know,
when
lights
dim…