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.
