Patients pays not the teeth waiting
for loves bleeding heart, the kisses
of sweet sisters form visions of gypsy
lamps swirling at midnight. They walk
so fast past patients and slow vanity
captures her at night. Yet passion
carves and weaves the fresh sun light,
garments that shadow a light spring dress.
Those pockets of passion hold the
cold snow even as it melts and
burns inside the wings of you heart.