Tell me, at the very least, that you said,

that our kiss was of I and Thou

that you would love me as the mountain wind shakes the rose calyx of alabaster sky

that you would make a home, out of sea foam and sea conch

that in the blue mist shade and coral sun, your arms would hold me

that these boobie traps would go off

that we are a simple as mineral mingling with dew drops

that Love wins through the struggles

that I was a girl in Autumn

that we were like two entangled particles

...and you never meant it.

Tell me as I stand here at your door with mine wide open, on this summit in the clouds

and tell me you want to go.

But
     please
               don't.

and instead spend life with me.