Gorgon

A Broken wine glass,

With a drop of red,

Slips from you hands.

The star filled night.

But you can’t

Wont,

See.

A tangle of vines,

As roses bloom,

Under the thorns

Like bloody spears.

A quirk of the lips,

And a strand of straw yellow.

That’s ill I saw.

The rest was a shadow.

Lost in grey suits

And skater shoes.

A leaf

Wet with morning dew.

Is turned from green to grey,

And soft to stone.

All it took

was your look.

Never seen as you point the gun,

Or as we break one by one.

The sun will rise soon,

But I will fad

With the stars and moon.