Eyes as waters of Chania,

strands of hair
as bamboo chutes,
razor physique as you
cast immuring nets 
to lure me toward 
your ruse.
Stares into your barrier reef,
I lay bawking
in the awe you wrought
before you built solitude
where love ought to be. 
Summer skies stained in shock
wondering how your life persists
after our true love reducts
into faux indifference—