Sunflower

I used to love a dancer

She twisted and twirled across my eyes

Her relevé was my undoing

Smoke rose from her feet as she spun

My heart intertwined with her hair

The wisps tickled my eardrums

And drew around me like a shelter

I used to love a dancer

The grass indented as she leapt

Telling our story with her green stained toes

Her glass skin reflected in the weeds

Growing sunflowers beneath her red stained lips

They wilted as she danced from me

Yellow painted reflections fragmented into pieces as I made her mine

I used to love a dancer

Before she circled my body like a song and left me in a bed of wilted sunflowers