Feather

Back then she drew all sorts of sighs out of him;
The gust tripped pedestrians three floors down.
He’d chuckle at the funny faces she’d make and feel the love brimming within.
Other times he’d see her body as uninhabited as the other planets,
And he’d moan as he found his residence there.
The things she said would knock him out,
Like a rogue baseball player with an agenda or an affliction or no talent.
But then her visage turned to fire and dried up the juicy potion of their love,
And now the air coming out of his mouth,
Wouldn’t even lift a feather off the ground.