Libra Season

by Lauren Elizabeth 

be wary of the man whose scheme

against the cosmic seasons

lies unaccompanied

in fallacious mind,

for one day, he may find 

some more readily refurbished 

than those upholstered in fermented regret.

and should he engage in nocturnal affairs

between charcoal lipped marshmallows

andthe dampened piles of promises

swept round your ravenous flames,

may you understand the difference

between a man made of ethanol

and a bedside glass of water

swilled under a moonless sky.