The moon was a fingernail
The sky, a satin, sapphire sheet
Stars were eyes, softly shimmering
She looked away.
His heart skipped
The traffic played a melody
The litter, a lively lily pond
Trees were fingertips gently teasing
He leant forward.
Her heart formed
The wind whispered words of warning,
Flowers were fleeting thoughts of doubt.
Mice scuttled a reprimanding message.
‘Slow down’ the road signs flashed out
Park railings soon became a prison
The bench, a bed of blame
Streetlamps illuminated their flaws
They turned apart.
Their hearts swallowed