When I met you, yes you.
Your Permed hair
Lingered gently between my heartbeats
I saw your eyes peeping at me even when I was
Alone in my room.
No glasses were needed then.
Your sight is so sharp they split
My schemes bare
And you unknot the things I have hidden
Behind my smiles.
2. When we first met,
I could hardly scrape my eyes from those finely chiselled columns
Carrying you around.
Your legs are fetching as life’s finest sunrise.
3. You gracefully teetered on the
Verge of our merge.
Now your dimpled leg
A concave record of all you have brooked for me.
4. You tilt your head and
My cosmos feelers it, swaying
In your direction.
You’re my problem now.
My life is cocooned
In a fiercely tethered faithfulness.
Diana Ameley’s oracle
Sits comfortable pulsing, thriving
I saw me forcing my heart through your
Naturally curved fingernails
While I begged you to interpret the words,
“Fragile, handle with care”
5. Now silver heartlery clatters around life trays
Two gold orbs silently.
The last flower was billed to show up on the date
That our meandering browsing came full circle.
With that our factory ran out.
The silver stares still.
We still see flashing pure angels bantering with drawn
While immense beads of favour parachute on our shingles
– April 15, 2023