A Little Death

Branwen66
On a day that throbbed
with the blood of blossom
I sank my teeth
into a slice of sun
and smeared its sap
on hungry lips

you kissed the splendor
off my mouth
you wrapped
my eyes my mouth my dreams
in the lingering
unfulfilled
embraces
of myrtle and amaranth

wanly
through trembling shadows
trickled in
the pallid false unhealthy
light
of your deceit

Published by Branwen66

In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam invenii nisi in angulo cum libro. (Thomas à Kempis)  View profile

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