o zinnia azure
have i awaited
on this shore, forlorn
ebbing
in the fading flow
of fleeting sways
no more
shifting
slivered beams of light
adorned our flesh
with lips immured,
its passive adulation
kissed with scorn.
the lines did yearn
for tempered reason
dearth dividing
us, its wrath
though nothing
would forewarn
of weeping skies.
there we stood
the air, impending
propped on painted panels
as the precious
pretense
pooled
beneath thine eyes.
now was then
the past
conspired
thy petals
turned to frigid shades
assembled
in the midst
of Eden’s garden.
torn
between diverging dreams
two tenuous devices
tethered
drifting
from the lure
of looming argent.


