Contemplating the past,
Mysteries were a plenty.
Questions without answers
A small town that she made hers.
Ravenous rage consuming everyone,
Each an actor of their own.
A smile , an embrace,
Exuding charm, buried in secrets.
Inebriated with curiosity,
Setting out to search for the answers.
Staring deep into her eyes I sat,
With a coffee and her painting containing her mysterious eyes.