Fanciful Lie

Poetry which happens when you get a fleeting thought, and weighs on your mind until you formulate it into words. 


God rolled a seven sided die,
Then thousand snowflakes
in the sky;
Came down to rest here.

A flaming torch, a burning temper
Heralded a rather
unusual September;
He reached out to touch her.

She hadn't met him, she only thought,
Of all the temptations his
memory brought
She was waiting in silence.

Then she felt, his warm blue sweater,
Read his invisible
romantic letter
Spread her wings  to reach out.

Their fingers touched, and very soon
Her tear drops dripped
From a lunate moon,
Her happiness outraged her.

Love was the smell, of vintage wine
Of stale cigarettes, of
fresh green pine
But mostly, his breath engulfed her.

She watched him dance out of sight
Every single time, every
Glistening night
She knew then she loved him.

He spoke a little, he spoke a lot
Every second he spoke
he taught
Of loves and lives and fairy tales
Of legendary races and holy grails
And she fell into the abyss
Of a new found potion called
Love.

It was but... a fanciful lie.