i remember his passion for everything
as if it was engraved with swords onto my forgetful thoughts
he felt everything
he was the curious leo of the world
the water flowing within my bloodstream
but she was my gorgeous sapphire
dark as the dust that she collected
the fire to my loins
the sweltering sun in an indian summer's august
each of my dear loves
such opposites
i knew i loved her the second we began to create our masterpiece
but for him it took me a full year
a time far too overdue
her eyes were that of a sweet snake and i had cried an ocean when she left
and his heart
his heart was truly more captivating than anything i had ever felt
they were both too beautiful
too complex
too broken
for even me to mend back together
