Short Story Poem

Several days have passed since his escape
I havent seen any sign of him in that time
I'm wondering if i imagined him saying
That he'll return for me
I start pulling the feathers out of my hair

There are times at night
When I think to myself
Why am I here
Sitting on my bed
When I could go outside
Under the stars
So I go outside
And walk out under the stars

He sits: green, ignorant;
This lizard cares not who
Sees him.
I pick him up, carry him.
He changes from lime to beige;
Vlosing his eyes, I fear he has perished.

Of breathing heavy,
And her heaving breast,
Of figure's so divine,
To which he would contest.

Of kissing in the twilight,
At first a simple peck,
First her lip's then her cheek,