KB
so instantaneous was our rapport
for all worries tumbled out the door
when love's last spark muffled its synapse
time clawed away, then pried from our grasp
how many years now since i've held you close
mirage upon my horizon with grace utmost
hoping against hope that our stars align
radiant aura shimmering for all to see
i wasn't your person, nor you mine
to me, the desert queen, you'll be
