Lovers

An impending storm,

    reflected,

      in the hue of her eye.

A knowing glance,

    unreturned,

      but not to deny.

A loss of innocence,

    shattered,

      alone and unrecognized.

Fleeting lonely moments,

    lost,

      in her lover's eyes.

 

Ferocious.

April 20, 1998

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