Once upon a night,
Sprawled on the silk of a lover’s chest,
There lay he, bespoke and enchanted;
Heart wanting for naught, but the quiet that seized the moment.
And sparkling were his eyes, you see
And rhythmic was his breath.
And while the moon gazed, and the stars blushed; wishing that someday, they too will feel the same,
The soul of he had been far gone
Nestled in the memories of another sylph
And so there was, on that silent night: a wandering soul, and one heart waiting to be undone,
As he, a stranger
lay in the arms of she, his unsuspecting lover.
“We love who we love, and it sucks.”
© The Short Black Girl, 2016.