-the queen (Shamieka)

      
I miss the way you used to stare at me      
as if I were a king who’d found his queen;      
the thief of every breath you never meant      
to hold on to-longer than a blink, but what is love  
if not a stranger who stole a treasure
you keep locked away without a key...      
       
from your buxom lips I fall the more      
a storm petrel adrift unto a black sea      
without fear of a crimson sky morning      
where I found your heart left unsung      
by a world blind to your beautiful reverie...      
       
-ed