Rust on your elbows
and tarnished teeth
since the night I met you, those
eyes took my ability to breathe
like something that was meant
to be let go, nostalgia grips,
discontent and fruits ferment
with you, no last minute trips.
Instant gratification
is not for me, gut instincts
never failed me, altercations
between heart and soul, distinct
whispers advising me
to leave, insipid acts,
humdrum enquiries for beauty
and love lapsed.