Liar by Rick Stepp-Bolling

The October breeze hinted of June

a liar that the seasons had become

just as the failing light of day

promised more than night

just as you

so wrapped in eternity

and a come hither smile

said you would never leave.

Yet here you are

your bones wind borne

your teeth rattling in a jar

made of universe and stars

lying, as all lovers do

when asked where will you be tomorrow?

In your arms beloved

where I will always be. 

Rick Stepp-Bolling
© 2013