Lady Killer

Across a moonlit plaza, but not really,
I shade my sight from your blinding beauty,
I take the step to bring you to me,
I wave, I jump, I scream,
To stop you looking through me.

Face to face I smile, with another’s lips,
For obviously its not mine you would kiss.
You deem me worth a returned vagary,
of imaginary trysts supplanted upon my minds aerie.

Your batted eye-lash scores me across my breast,
Wounding the unhealed heart within my chest.
Is this too soon?It is too soon.
And that is merely flickering halogen, not the moon!

by Atavist
posted on 11/19/2009