through the lover’s window

i.

as if your giggles are grapes tossed into the air
i snap them from their flight
and savour every burst

ii.

i lie so close to you
your face is a picasso
four eyes
a streak of hair
a splash of lips
a beautiful blur - priceless

iii.

drunk on your sweet martini eyes
i stagger legless through romance
sculling kisses
and vomiting pretty verse

iv.

my tears appear like villagers
shaken from their homes by an earthquake
but richter has no scale for the terrifying violence of her words
“it’s over”