Lost Chance

For a moment in the fleeting dawn,
Your eyes sent needles to my spine.
I smiled in reply, but with a shiver
For Eros had stabbed my back.
Sadly, you confused my spasm for chill,
So I was taken home in your chariot
Just before my curfew would break,
And my dress would return to rags.
But I watched you turn and leave
My lips barely grazing the icy glass.
Wishing you had shared a kiss
Before I trembled from the cold.