that stopped my heart
on that cool summer evening
when the horizon still seemed so softly full
of dreams for a beggar knocking at the door of love
so much of who we were becoming extractive sieving
till the alchemy of your kiss
turned all other tastes bitter
no spell can be cast
upon one who has had heart
poured into broken vessel
a furnace fed the ice of tears
and this is the riddle of wanting
in blindness that is so bright
to steal ever beat of my heart to come
dull echoing only for you
while i know your heart is his
he took it from me
and he did not even want it.