Earth drinks;
sky weeps;
      a misty shroud is spread
      o'er immortal Sol who sleeps.

Chestnut curls kissed by the sun, waved
on a day of melancholy gray.
She stepped out from that awning that protected my car
that protected me, from her.
Slowly, it rained around her,
angel's tears surrounding like beads of dust.
"God, she's beautiful," I said,
and she walked behind a pillar.
I never even saw her face.

I fell in love
with the girl with
auburn hair.
She wore her wool coat
tied tight around her
waist as she held
a cigarette
slowly drawing on it,
making the embers
glow brilliantly in the dark.
I stared into her eyes
that cascaded into marvelous
pools of renowned beauty,
that had been structured perfectly,
by the gods themselves.
These eyes were untouched by
human hands.
She gave me a smile and
we talked for hours about
nothing
as I watched her
draw me in, along
with every puff of that
cigarette,
and together we burned,
down to the filter,
as we were flung to the ground,
and crushed effortlessly,
under her foot.