Heather

Third of December shimmers as glitter and gold

Stunning in your sweater fall down from the ceiling

Like a magical fairytale when tea meets coffee

But watching your eyes as she walks by in a broken sonnet

Sight for sore eyes bluer than ocean sky

Has caught you mesmerized in an orange smoke

While I die like Pleiadas in my night sky

Why’d you ever stolen hot brew kiss?

Am not as grander as Heather

Robbed off your sweater like rainbow cloud clothing her

She’s more than polyester

Wishing I was her.