New Slang
I opened a drawer
Forgotten, yes, but there
Awaiting perhaps socks or boxers
Unworn
Blooming instead wasn’t you
But a chesspiece, a knight
Funny how it moves
Reminds one of, say, a moth
In the day, most certainly not at night
Randomly even, while observing the fleeting light
Careful to avoid the flames
Into which she will later assuredly sputter.
Yet then I came upon you,
And so much of my life
Was irreverently devoured by fire.
Destructive Anachronism 