she dreamed your lips were
warm this time
with trust
& the blue of
summer's sky that
was never deep enough
for her concern


while he was beginning to
appreciate the idea of
stealing stars
she began spinning
& fell in the opposite
direction
to say that theft
was not her style


she didn't mind much
about letting it all be
broken
for she hated the word


her coffee was closer to
black today
because she secretly craved
the antithesis



when dreams were far more
fickle
than her gentle tongue