yesterday i plucked
a lemon from a branch
encased in yellow
bright with hope
yet bitter to the bite
sour and unyielding
your juice runs
wasted down my chin
citrus assaults my eyes
acid for my throat
even sugar could not coax you
just sweet dentition fodder
stinging the cuts
in the wounds which were opened
when i reached for your heart
0 comments:
Post a Comment