Solvent

Taunting sadness swings with tenacity,

whilst liquid love rides the weave

to the very end of her raggedy rope.

As an enchanted night traveler

emerges upon the sculpted scene-

realistic with his bodily substance-

one fluttering soul clenches calm.

But as a chapter of moments unravel,

her hopes trickle away in flustered silence.

After all, is it not frivolous to postpone love,

when its very deterioration has already begun..?

So breathless candles flicker in wait,

merely for old custom’s sake,

exhaling sordid songs in sweet repetition

who once extinguished, cease to soothe.

Jennifer Burnside