An arrester of your heart’s hubbubs,
The cream paints on your blank walls.
I thought your bland smile was proof my message had a soul
My confessions flowed like cascade,
I may have felt you saw my cues from the every tossing of your head
With your tress thrown back.
Vixen O my bobby-dazzler! Please don’t let you go.
Let me die a jailbird in your warm arms
Passion and deep passion of you remain my vices
To say I don’t cherish this kismet would be lies.
But you still loved another
My words came alive but you were dead to the letter
The walls whisper you mourn my tears with locked lips in your lover’s
My heart shreds to crumbs; I hear ravenous dogs now eat them.