When the flame burned out.

When the flame burned out.

In the beginning

he fell for the entrapment

her smile, the look that held

his thoughts cradled.

To attract, the placement

her legs criss crossed, opening;

her cleavage crevasse deep

edging a little closer.

But on years passing

he can't remember when;

the displacement occurred.

Now,

beyond arm's length,

far away came

her replacement

unknown.

No longer his thoughts cradled,

a gust of cold air

engulfs his senses

opening the fridge door.