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by Jeph Johnson

robust stamina
fell upon
this stardust
tinselclad
phenomenon
that was alright
but overpowered
by the rise
of delight
on our hour
of surprise.
there was a
fascinating correlation
between us both
that manifested green
with envy
currency
and youth;
but most of all
the emerald beauty
was in her eyes
and took a ghostly fall
before my duty
could decide
if there was a
natural disintegration
of her trust
after habitual allegations
couldn't adjust
to the extended
preferential care
I gave to her
I intended
for a sensual
serenade to her.
it wasn't music
but her muse
that inspired me;
sort of confusing
but the truth is
she set fire to me.
I burned with passion,
breathing
the very breath from her
and in turn I fashioned
seeing
only the best in her.
I see in the end
I washed my soul
with ashes
but the scars remained
indeed I pretend
I've lost control
and crash
my car into this pain.
I drove until the road
was just one lane up ahead
and forfeited control
of my distain and said:
"I'll never love another
like I loved her then"
Then cleverly
I'd go and rate
my lovers one to ten...
still her rank remains
high atop
the very list today
I then realize
I drank all of the
scary pain away.
with crimson embers
glowing hot
her green eyes remain
just a memory
bestowing what
I no longer can obtain.