Oh Kismet, your poison cup stains my heart
Our memory taints my soul.
your scent deep in my lungs,
such beauty seared in each blink.
I ache for nights when I looked at the stars
and did not see your name
when the breeze did not moan our tortured song.
Oh Kismet you’re a tsunami swept ocean
yet you deny my destruction
I must settle for second best
a mere ripple on a mirrored lake.
Forever I wander without purpose
to search for warmth from another galaxy’s sun
and drown in day-breaks eternal ember.
Picture by JP Valderrama.