My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

We share a delicious secret.
She gazes down upon me;
Me in my empty room. My empty room
Bursting at the seams with misunderstood solitude
Her lips upturn on their right side: a smirk
A gradual whisper of a smile, a full blown laugh.
The sea won’t sleep tonight.

Those warm eyes:
They follow me as I walk out the room
Into the cold

I don't feel the temperature drop.