Elysia's Field

I am a jilted lover now that the season is over.
My heart is heavy with the agony of my adorations failure.
Sent into a quandary during these cold cold winter months.
Where will she go? Which direction will we take?

Already,
I long for the Spring's soft breath upon my neck
her heart-felt heart beating against mine
like the sound of ball smacking mitt
over and over and over again.

Already,
I dream of warmer days when I feel the electricity
of thousands cheering in unison
hoping to see my lover finally fulfill her promises
She is too cruel to me. Always leaving me longing.

For now though, she is Lysistrata
and I am not always satisfied.