The Tragedy of Loving You

Woke to your honeyed eyes,

So sweet with ambition

With little else inside,

But I saw a light gleam

And I believed.

Woke to your cherry lips,

So plump with pent desire

With a call of another,

But they smiled at me

And I believed.

Woke to poisoned flowers,

So full of life and love

With little warning to small lungs.

Deep breath in

And I believed in nothing more

Than you and me.