Hazy evening


Intervene you must, oh fate

You funny little thing

Cruelty is your second nature, mystery

Being your thing.

Butterflies flew over head, while

Smiles popped lips like flower buds

Eyes locked, intertwined

Knowingly pregnant, exquisitely

Baffled.

You had to make your presence known, didn’t you?

Fate.

Some sulk in dark corners invoking

Whirlwinds of ominous sighs

While others disappear into the dark, dark night, shedding

Petals of longing behind.

Love is a word that never belonged here, of which

The syllables never touched lips, around which

Tongues were never curled, a word

Shrouded in confusion and feeling, a word

Merely whispered in thought, in secret

In the dark recesses of the mind

Sentiments sucked in by empty vessels of

Thundering silence, inner dementia

Creating illusions, breeding

Dark and pungent

Fantasies.

They walk

Hand in hand, in

A parallel universe where

Fate is but a word

That is jotted in parchment paper, blotted

Out by dust,

By

Beautifully golden, long forgotten

All encompassing dust.

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