Black ink on blank sheet:
Two tales intertwined.
Cupid’s cunning calligraphy,
Your lettering into mine.
Flickering flames fated
To blaze in an inferno.
Solar flares conflated,
Luminescence vowed eternal.
Thread knitted and united
Cloth knotted and coalesced,
Fabric woven, coincided,
Quilt once a restful nest.
Cultivating an orchard,
Flourishing with fruit,
Among blooms I wandered,
Plump plums unbruised.
Torn out and crumpled,
Faded forgotten words.
Quill cracked and crumbled,
Degraded discarded worth.
Flicked off cigarette ash,
Burned-out, brushed-off soot,
Abandoned with the trash,
Embers smothered mute.
Motheaten dusty drapes,
Dangling, tattered, torn.
Bunched up and thrown away-
Useless now it’s worn.
Rotten harvest tossed out
To the garbage heap.
Devastated by a drought,
Bar the barren lover’s weep.