Sanguine

[pythia_dreaming]

From your lips spill words
that are burnished gold
(mine are only tarnished silver)
Dappled sunlight and dancing shadows
warm pavements and norwest wind
fingers linked through mine
you coax a shy sweetness from
beneath
my cynical facade

I crave knowledge
yearn for the simplicity of your easy attitude
the world rushes past in a never ending flow
you blink languidly, watching
and smile for me alone.
Tender,
devil-may-care,
you drain yourself for me
give all you can
but walk away without looking back