Facets
I’ve been thinking about a girl
a Russian cashier I met somewhere
with her accented lips
and skin of olive pearl.
Long ago random chance meeting
it left a mark in my lustful heart
I cannot erase the image, the voice
or her shy interest and needing.
The dazzling gray-green eyes with flecks of blue
made me stop and flirt and seek shared meaning
like faceted gems, her glances lured and seduced me
I fell fast, hard, and completely before I even knew.
Somehow, I guessed her story without her explaining.
She was lost in the new world
isolated, alone, wanting connection,
barely knowing her place and trying to find meaning.
Suddenly my true love, kissed by fire, suddenly appeared
so abruptly, we reluctantly disentangled our attraction.
I contrived a discussion of convenient truths,
artfully convincing and sharing misdirected cheer.
One last look back confirmed it was true
the feelings I felt were shared by two.
If three loves can exist, I cannot confirm
was it flame or a spark, I am not sure.
As the parted distance grew, we re-embraced our roles
soul’s flaming embrace, quickly love was renewed
igniting the Russian vapors, leaving no trace
yet somehow a lasting mark remains upon my soul.
Time grants wisdom and blurs our past
faded stars, last glimmering remains of green and blue
hidden among constellations numbering millions
yet I wonder if her shared moment equally lasts.
