“Her”

Her eyes

Lips,lashes,

Waves of hair

Strike the vastness of the universe that lies within me:

A nebula of romanticism sparkles outwardly beyond sight

"Her" , is nameless

So that

If "Her"

Is merely a mirage of my mind

Then she is an infinity

Enlighten me.

"Her" is a vision, that illuminates my soul.

With a boot, each step is a tug to

Day and Night

Darkness and reinvention.

She lived once near

Now afar

Returning in instances to torture

To knot my chest

Turn my head every which way

And turn me from fertile soil

To mud

The bitterness that I hold is not mine

But "Hers"

May years do you well

Let the features which are cared for as a child is

remain.

A person so torn, and provoked

With a prickly exterior.

"Her", has: fallen, escaped, vanished, tarnished

A witch not

a forgotten pup not

Certainly a lost wanderer.

Stolen innocence

Will be substituted for love.

Obsession will be focused on passion

Stupidity(which is happiness) is ours

"Her" a beacon

Or an apple from which Eve plucked