My darling had golden eyes.
They weren’t green nor brown like the rest.
Honey kissed rays were duller than dust,
compared to her crystalline.
On our white sheets we rolled over hills.
We swam in bodies of water blossomed
with the silver spirits of the herds until
nightfall came, and the galaxies tattooed our skin.
Her heart roared louder than lions pressed against
my pink chest. And when she cried, all the droplets
from the Adriatic Sea poured out her rosebud eyes.
Creasing at the peaks of our white sheets.
Her limbs wrapped over mine like thorn vines.
She tore at my flesh and adjusted to my curvatures.
And I never cut her away, I didn’t believe in pain.
Our entire love was a jungle.
One night the winds flew in cold from
the North. I felt her drift away from me, each pore
slowly unhooked from mine until I was loose
from her embrace, and she howled with the winds.
The next morning a single cloud awoke the sky.
On Tuesday it rained,
On Wednesday it rained,
On Thursday it rained,
Then all at once,
On Friday she drowned.