Recurrence

She spoke of Mackennitt in green rusty eyes


She uttered of coral reefs and I heard mumbling

Evening was lain in incessant rain drops

And my sundown bathed in moondance

She spoke, although she did not

Dragged by breathless child-like manners

Inane and curiously haptic, shady groves

withered. Alas, I fell in love again.

She promised choirs, she promised apologies

I only asked gently to cross gently wet roads

We promised dualities and east european footsies

Crickets rumbled and rambled, spring had begun!

We parted for a smoke she did not wish.

In dismay I eyed abyss, "When again?"