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Clandestine
i. regression of quintessence
the sky turned pink
when our eyes met.
the wind blew
and leaves rustled ominously
the first time our eyes met
clouds dawdled.
the wind howled
and the trees swayed precariously
our eyes met
on a moonless night.
the regression of quintessence
parody or paradox?
she will never know
or unable to
Refute the prestige,
the sadness
she was bedazzled.
A callous prince
talk a mile a minute
Bedazzled.
she will never refuse.
A white elephant
she rode proud
it’s him she swore
ii. serenity
trapped in darkness
groping for the light
broken, perverted dreams
on a moonless night
wide-eyed awaken
groping for the light
razor sharp implement
slicing a serene night
I remember how our eyes met.
the sorrow, the delight
the sky turned crimson –
turned away.
iii. savage
it was going to end this way
I always knew
the way she moved, crooked
the savages knew
she had it coming
she never knew
or unable to
Refute
she had to be silenced
like crickets – noisy
on a moonlit night
our eyes met
it was me
or so it seems
who else?
incriminating, the evidence must be
the sky or the moon
concealed our paths
how it crossed
you’ll never know
I wasn’t there –
not then at least
she knows.
But our eyes still met…
