Your soft touch melts me.
My heart opens — oh, the possibilities… the warmth.
But then, all has changed.
Your tone is cold. The soft caress gone,
your ardor replaced by a numbing chill.
Soon, the glow returns.
You lull me again with sweetness,
but then follow with cold disdain.
Yet I have accepted each time you smile,
trusting this is your true nature.
Ah, April, I will not stay.
I need a more stable lover — perhaps the month of May?
After forty years of working with technology, and nearly thirty of those living part time in West Tisbury, Cynthia Bloomquist now resides there full time following guidance from her muse.