crisp
green apples
wild horses
take them
from your
honest hands
near the
apple orchids

Tracing your shadow with my shoe
Imagining all of me pressed into you
Staring at your reflection in the glass
Reminding me of a week just past
I was sitting across from you
In a busy café somewhere new
Sipping coffees, conversing simply
Except the discussion was hanging limply
In the air getting stagnant and awkward
Until I moved and leant slightly forward
You got up and ran away from me
I thought you wanted to kiss me, see?
Sparks flew inside like fourth of july
Was everything you said just a disguise
To lead me along, was it all lies?
But just before I say goodbye for good
Ive got to say something, I feel I should
My little, sparkling dragonfly
I've got to say this and I don't know why
''I love you''

Some day
I'll flirt with Andromeda
staying just beyond
the length of her chains
take a hard right
at Orion's belt
insinuate myself
around Draco's tail
and join my clan
of Ursans
who no longer
point northward
on my passage
through
to my next edition.

She plays her games
on her tablet
in the living room
with the TV on
for noise;
he sits quiet
tapping at his keyboard
in the spare room.
She's put a load
of laundry
in the dryer;
he has pizza dough
rising in the oven.
Warm uncharged atmosphere
of peace aerates
the real estate in between.
Its fertile soil
allows the grandchildren
to set roots
undisturbed
by domestic drama
and tween-age traumas.

Obviously,
the path
to salvation
took a detour
and missed
my house.

That's OK:
rather Pirate Hell
than Christian Heaven.

Finer wenches
down there,
better beer,
and anyhow,
I am allergic
to clouds.
  ~  mce