Renaissance [poetry]

Limerence, My Lord

Tonight, I witness

My jeweled spectacle

Spring marauding the blackest day,

My angels dancing as your demons pray

Dreams of the youth,

Reflections in the pool

Wuthering hearts and unkept promises;

Wanton glances and stolen touches

If none had earned your heart a beat,

Just how you'd sworn,

 In your infamous masquerade-

You're known to lavishly own

Why aren't you sleeping my love?

January 16, 2022.