Tragic love?

Soft and gentle, whispers

Caress

Words of quiver, set now

A flight

Heart's beat, once still

Un-cautioned, unarmed.

Constellations in my eyes

Foreshadow.

Forewarned.

Forlorn attraction

Set now a flight, words

Caress

Whispers, soft and gentle

Heart still, once beat

Honeysuckle venom.


-J.G.Smith (06/17/05)