Your hair was silver as a quarter
Lit by half a moon
Wholly enveloped in its light

Another time, I rang the door bell,
You stepped lazily down from the threshold, sleep still in your eyes,
And embraced me

I am still intimate with the feeling of
Our lips
Had they been poison I would have died,
Small mercies

In that loft at the beach, your laughter pealed
As you lounged in my arms,
And turned your glittering eyes my way,
And looked at me
Like I was the only person in your world

In the end,
I wasn't cut from the right cloth
I was too eager
You were too cold

And all I know is I got my heartbroken