MELTING

 MELTING

The anger, the frustration,

that's been building,

for some time now,

is beginning to seep through every

pore of my skin;

visible to the naked eye.

It used to be that you were one of

the most even-keeled, normal,

balanced women I knew:

A perfect recipe, of poetry, and its passion;

words, and their consistency,

which seduced me so.

Somewhere, in the nebula,

of your galaxy, your universe,

you slowly began losing parts

of your soul;

so too, the bashful 2am smiles.

The waves, of the ocean,

with its high tides,

have washed away the shine

of your warmth, and aura;

melting away,

under the intensity of the summer sun.