My Mystique

Slow my gentle heart

A moment on the lips and forever starts

And trails off evenly

Here's too quiet too

She better take the phone in the other room

The road sighs in relief

As I burn through my mystique

Blue light I don't trust

While you were on the phone I collected dust

And made lone memories

All pride and no spark

Another aerial photo showing sharks

The clothes dry in the heat

As I tend to my mystique