girl w/flowered cup

I study the beauty in your eyes
from sunset to sunrise…
 
these words I would lace into poems for you,
as we sit in our naked reverie,
black coffee steaming in these fragile cups,
having just deserted the tangled sheets –
arena of our violent lovemaking.
 
then I discover the pensive look on your face,
and I know that you will leave me.
…I simply know this.
 
on that day, will you write a note,
compose the white lie
that your unhappiness is not my fault,
 
so that in my dreary days and lonely nights,
all that I’ll have to weep upon
are a note, and a photo…
 
(here in the frame that imprisons you,
you are morning misty romance, you are silent poetry –
and you belong to me)
 
 
(artwork is ‘Morning’ by Katerina Fasenko)