Woolen Turquoise

Auburn eyes -they spurn each other,

Snared like pairs of poles of magnets,

Of the twin type -

Wantonly electrified!

Bereft of love...

She - adorned with woolen turquoise.

Nigh her blush-he everytime.

Her lips quiver seductively,

And yon walks-she indifferently

- Two rose cloaks of permafrost

Ever breathing out "No!"

The sonnets that he writes amuse her:

"Empty words on worn-out white" ;

Yet, he pens his withheld musings

To assuage his bitter plight.