The moment he admits he didn’t mean it and has no clue how it slipped out. He does not, in fact, love you and deeply regrets wrenching your heart until it broke.
This Cherita was written for Colleen's Tanka Tuesday but I failed to read the guidelines carefully. This should have been written in Tanka, Haiku, Senryu, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poetry forms. Ooops! Here's mine anyway: Calixta bewitched her men as they dreamt, making them burn and ache with desire; craving her touch, her warmth. They [...]