Melted Love

 

I loved her once, or maybe twice

 

Remembrances strain through the

Dust of tattered yesterdays. 

 

Even her breasts, her hips that twisted

Me through soft whispers, now gone.

 

Wings that fluttered turned limp and cold.

 

Perhaps I remember her face, but 

Now the smiles allude me.

 

The eyes so blue tossed love away

In sodden blinks of guile.

 

Covers of soiled snow, bypass the sun

With long-gone trickles of love.

 

Her breasts an icy glaze, lost in clumsy steps

Of melting snow.