Your Eyes... Stealing Light Poem by Francie Lynch

Before you turn and finally part,
Unwind this tourniquet from...

Enough! You know the rhyme and how it ends:

“...blah, blah, blah... from my heart”

Too much angst for me. I refuse the rejected lover's curtain call.

No more: “Your neck gave no early warning
Of warm seduction in the morning.”

And some: “Your neck gave no early warning,
That it needs shaving in the morning.”

This is cathartic.

You might have liked: “Your tresses, spread like Sif's woven gold,
Are plated to my inner soul.”

But now: “Your tresses spread like Sif's woven gold
Will thin and grey as you grow old.”

Ouch! But I'm feeling better.

I could have written: “Your nose bridges eyes and lips
That shame bright flowering May cowslips.”

Instead: “That nose that bridges eyes and lips
With time and gravity will droop and drip.”

Are you getting my inner self yet?

You will miss: “Legs that lead to heaven's gate,
Held promise if I deigned to wait.”

I won't miss with: “Those legs that lead to heaven's gate
Now hinged for all below the waist.”

Funny, isn't it, how one's outlook changes.

Oh! Your eyes and teeth.

“Your eyes are black holes stealing light,
Your teeth will yellow like stars at night.”

Do I feel any better now?