beautiful things - twelve
I stared. The window stared back, deep in thought,
My vexed mind reflected in glassy pane
Puzzling the cost of lent affections bought
By crystal blue eyes drenched in sultry rain
Now torn between to seas, one green, one blue
I felt my freedom’s wings shuddering hard
Possession, trading hands from him to you
Makes me still but a plaything to discard
This restless bird soothed by your gentle hand
Would answer to your every fancy, love.
The weakest fool with guidance can still stand.
This sullied raven could yet be a dove.
But all this blackbird’s hoping comes to moot,
The price is steep, and I am left in soot.