Late at night when the wind is blowing

She sees the curtains flowing at the end of your room

Maybe it broadcasts more than the slowing

Ebbing heartbeat of the times

     

The pebble is in her hand

The one you gave her last October with a fit of laughter

One of these days it’ll land

Somewhere near your house

           

She’ll have a gorgeous dress on

So much will want to flow from her lips

However even with a microphone her confidence is gone

The minute her flicker of pupils scatter in fear

 

How can you not love her then?

How can you not run out of the house and wrap her in your arms?

Amid the unknown; near a den

Fireflies around you both

             

The glow of a thousand lives

And now you are granted with her essence

Her years have prepared her thence for this moment, as the best of wives

She puts on the most beautiful palette of lipsticks

               

It’s possible that at dawn

In the morning and during dusk

The rain pours and there the lawn

Cries and whispers to her

 

Pink, pink cheeks

Red flustered lips

Altered throughout the weeks

And when it hits 299 days it’s over

 

You decided to let it go

But not without biting her

Friday, you let it show

Pretty petals of love, goodbye

 

And that is how to love

Without being like Porphyria’s lover

Acting above

Of your triggered myocardium