My beau

Emerald amber mixes in between

the eyes that I stare into, and pray I am unseen.

Glass fogs and the words appear

to be smudged into my quaking fears.

Nose curved like a bell

that I adore from beside you, is this a fairytale?

Younger, I feel, daring I fear, I stumble and converse

hoping to see a glimpse of a crater in the smile I curse.

I feel uncanny in a wonderland, like wendy in neverland.

Like the desperate tiger lily, I feel so silly.

As mad as tomorrow. 

I feel this sorrow.