Smooth talker,
with dancing fingers soothing over
sensitive areas.

It won’t happen again, you tell me.
I’ll make this right, you promise.

Your words, like velvet to my fingers,
appeal to my heart ache,

And I almost forget the past
as angry red scars turn silver
and the past's flame fades to a sliver

Yet like ghosts in a Polaroid,
your past comes back to haunt me.

And I think of the curves of another woman
nestled in your velvet embrace

And I wonder if she believed
your velvet lies, too.

The sun drowns,
sinking below the Pacific,
the horizon line aflame
with it's last dying declaration,
and she whispers,
her hand cold in his as she fades
into the ocean that consumes the sun,
*don't forget me

A moonlit dance beneathe constellations
      not Taurus or Gemini, Delphinus or Orion
                 but stars we named together
                   linking lines from star to star
       hands pointing in air so cold
a tear falls and
                           another
  leaving a roadmap on my cheeks
            that you
                            chase
                           ­            chase
                                                  chase
   ­         lifting the palm of your hand
                 so cold to the touch I shiver
            feeling the beauty of my tears
         that glisten like Venus in the midnight sky
             of this cold Parisian night
  you smile in jest and
     I misplace the space
  between you and I and that sky
  whispering "do you love me?"
    how could I resist the beauty of
                 our second to last kiss.

© Sia Jane

You loved me like the
seasons and winter seems to
be where you’ve left me.