Fear

I was infatuated and in the throes of it

she was beautiful and masculine all

you could want.

We were going to live behind white 

picket fences and eat strawberries for 

the rest of our lives or least in my mind.

Then he blew in like a gust of wind

and all at once the magic I saw in her

still there, but my affection no more.

And him in her place with eyes as blue as

the sea baring into my soul and I love 

with more fullness than I have ever known.

And I am afraid.