The yellows swirl and stir,
Awakening this repressed fervor.
In gold flakes that cling and sting,
Your spotlight falters, dancing in a ring;
A reflection of the sun.
Around my head we spun,
Drunken and lost in this rendezvous,
Floating - fleeting, just like you.
Scorched by your misguided torch,
A sun spot, a momentary blotch
On my patchy pink skin.
I was on my way to recovery,
Now stopped by a possibility
That I try to wash down,
To drown
In every guilty sip.
I know there is no end
As I contemplate the taste
Of your drink and
My need for haste;
The sorrow it brings,
As the cogs in my mind turn
And the imprint of us burns
Up in flickers and flames-
I alone should take the blame.
Falling in love is a blameless chore.
