Why is it
That your
Mahoghany sun
is brooding?
A stormcloud
Leaving droplets
of sadness
in her wake?
She is dripping disappointment
and bleeding distrust
Why?
Did your disrespect cut her open?
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A nice poetic imagination, Joy. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.