Sapphirism

when the white mist hovers over the lonely city the white marble lulls me into a stupor having no one but my own arms around me my mind lingers in our haunts in the hallways of time they croon a golden chorus  around the walls of my heart weaving a honeyed sunray of you and me, on that summer afternoon  with teasing smiles and it's-ok-i-know's your teeth catching the sunlight me, discreetly hiding mine 'cause big ugly teeth shouldn't be put on show now the wind is at strife with the silence in the skies it laughs and wails and whistles and screams the sky wears its blanket of dark, dreary clouds and my tears threaten to spill and then a flower blooms, the petals spelling out your name the sunlight shyly peers from its watery curtains slowly, but surely, my heart is warm again.

  hey, pretty lady. don't walk out the door; my insecurities will scream loud enough to punctuate the silence in our empty skies. hey pretty lady, nice to see you again... what do you come here for, I wonder? you keep leaving me after you're done. hey pretty lady... good to see you gone. my frail paper heart could only take so much of debasement before it crumbled. Photo by  Godisable Jacob  from  Pexels