The moon dozed
I amassed our connection
as he prosed.
The site like gloom
viscid by its lips
with a mallow bloom.
Lobotomized from his scent
amorous moments
in words he meant.
Gentle hand shakes
evoke his presence
a brutal farewell it takes.
Being popped to preserve
paralyzed for an instant,
I continuously observe.
Head over heels;
disarm desires
as aggressive eels.
BY: Chantal Blythe Camus
