Clouds In My Coffee

Her eyes scream silver carnage, The glitter of white death, The glare of shining ice In the gloom of coffee shop forenoon. Clouds obscure the sun As pain destroys his lungs, Searing orb light Scrapes his face, Freezing rips his flesh. Her glance, The flash of open eyes, Erupts with numbing frost--- The unknown heat of burning foreign gales Sweeps through him. Tearing swift and silent From her glossed and pale eyes, A solid sheet of lightning, earthbound, dances, Scorching ice--- Flickering, unleashing sombre brooding lustre. Sparkling silence in the peaceful calm Compresses, folds, collapses, Forcing air to leave his chest In desperate surrender... Borne on frenzied rivers of the rushing light, She pulls him under, Tows him down--- The crushing pressure of her eyes can kill. Don't look away Or stop to breathe Or break the pearl spell--- The crystal bond In half dead light Above our coffee cups. Some more mocha java, My chickadee?