Yellowing flowers lacking our lust,
dying in the sun

I intrepdiy intervene in your interlude, Inescapable, inevitably,
I fall in love with your melody

Divinity in motion,
I say a prayer with your every step
Tell the Deacon I won't be at Mass
I've been to your sermon already
No need for another

Kinderly, you take my body
Caress me,
as if I am as your own
Knowing, I am faulty

Accentuating your curves,
I associate your smile with the curve of the moon
Smile, lest we can't kiss another day

Offending my soul,
You fade to black
I leave my body
My soul, resides on another plane
Of course, I'm alone again

Loathing the interworkings of my life
Like a bothered butterfly
You flee
Leaving me to my own devices

Yet, I don't know why, As of late