And Only Mine Poem by Martin Byrne

Amber, is the wasp
Stuck in the sap
The color of your hair?

Amber, is the feeling
of my heart
Stuck on the girl?

Frozen where I fell.
Coated in a rippling solid.

Amber, are they perplexing over us?
We can be ancient for them
But young in the moment
Where I listlessly drank (and drowned in)
your depths.

Amber, are you a draught
to preserve a soul?
One and only one?
Mine and only mine?

My wrinkles will not
Tell the story of
our convergence:
My submergence in your
supple soft warm waves.
But the eyes will echo the
story through time. To all who
would look in a the roiling waves and say:
'That love will be mine'