YOUR ALCHEMIST LOVER
blind-sided by the chase,
you took bitter wormwood
on the tongue, swallowed down
bits of iron your lover
vowed he transformed into gold.
now when heart songs should burgeon
like fields of baby’s sweet breath,
no adagios lullaby you to sleep.
tinker man says he’ll mend it all.
an expert of spells,
he’ll nuzzle at your ear,
charm love back into
a ready epilogue.