Dreaming sweetly of frog prince kisses
and green smeared lipstick under pond scum skies.
She was perfect in the gloss of her slime,
in the moonlight glow and the cricket chirp chimes
he was as dashing as a dragonfly.
The stars in their eyes shone jade with possibilities.
For that night they were in love.
For that night they were happy.
Until the tadpoles came in droves of hundreds,
choking the space between them till none was left,
but memories of gossamer muck and once upon a time.