the stars shine like your eyes
guiding, revealing, revelling
drowning in lightened spirits.
i loved those doe eyes, ever
wary of love to be, love unseen.
the innocent temptress, looking
for love – not a dove.
jellying my legs till I’m limping,
learning, but still trying loving.
waiting. wandering. wasting.
in lit metaphors, you made me wait.
mother say don’t wait for strangers –
they rarely turn up.
she used to pick me from school;
where i would look for clues.
does it take that long for an angel to descend, or a demon to begin again.