caprice skies and bipolar smiles
i could only pick out guitar strings
to make your prim ways fall with the smell of car gasoline
i stood in the aroma of catharsis
the scent of moonstruck august nights
filled my nose as i walked down our five month old corridor
up to my haven with my footsteps echoing behind me
saudade hushed my deploring mind
propinquity presented a choice
i picked your pair of ambiguous sunset eyes and a swivet
over forlorn all-nighters with a script in my hands
i looked back through the hall
you stood, your fingers against the doorknob
the scintilla of cynosure, eager to die
so as you left the nonexistent dalliance, i joined you
fin.
