Eve

I saw the three faces of Eve
and bleaker days came and went,
through lingering smoke
a blue china cup, and memories
like an old TV set
the white and the black
dreams came and went.

I saw the three faces of Eve
hoping, dreaming, wishing selfishly
for replacement faces
for other places
to leave more traces
for you to find; a bleaker face
watched her turn
into one.

I saw the three faces of Eve
wishing
for more
than one.