Skin

I fell in love

with a green-eyed gypsy.

The others had warned me

that she was only here to seize .

She dug into my pockets,

but never to look for gold -

[only warmth] simply because

her hands were trembling.

She burrowed her teeth

into my skin,

but she wasn't thirsty [for blood] -

she only wished to leave me

a souvenir.

She did, however,

steal something within my soul,

[and left] without a single trace

or even a single clue.

But i continued to fall,

wondering if she ever

fell too.

-JL