October Turns November

Wherever the coldness and the stillness survives That which precipitates to tell you that moisture has a better face The sweating and the sneezing all tomorrow’s taste And when erupts the numbness of another truth that looks so deceptive Of a thing called infidelity Then a storm runs through the January streets To tell me it’s even dark to think too deep And then this jealous impulse that swerves in the heart Becomes a heartbeat…….. And then I realize that the promise I made was false You were always true, The falsified fact I told you That you, my sweetheart are my heart But it’s in actuality, Green-eyed perceptions that in my heart dart….