Modern Romanticism

To love,

As you shy

Away from the sadness, in your eyes.

A sweetness in the mirror,

Was only a glance.

Lust consumes,

Love blooms,

And the things that sprout

From shoulders and neck

Seem to be

The nectar that showers

Your hair in the sheen.

Little droplets of liquid sweetness

Running across

Your shoulders and neck, in the loss

Of what saddens your eyes.

I’ll share kisses

Beneath twilight

And under the blue in your skies.