Amber Love

Let's suspend our love in amber
So the honeyed residue
Will never grow decrepit,
Never know the cold ennui
Of a thousand setting moons.

Yes, we'll always wonder
What might have been, my darling,
But the rosy glow of possibility
Outshines the glare of shunned  peaks’ imperfection,
And the hangover of ugly cellulite and cheap rejection's swoons.

-jenn long