I hate the way you smile and stare

Your smooth seductive raises lust,

I hate the way it’s clear

Fun is a different joy as fancies are tinkled,

My bones shiver you hold me near

Take you do the chances of redemption

Even my dreams are in love with her

 

The clouds lay heavy scattered across the evening sky

Soothing midseason walks through with ease but why…

Why is it colder in summer nights than winter days?

Why is it brighter in winter’s play than spring’s joy?

Why does the spring of growth come when all is done?

And why doesn’t autumn ever arrive

Loneliness t’is arête of no enjoyment