Sunday, May 11, 2014

The Seasonal Lover

I was a warm salve
welcomed when it was cold
but now loathed in May

I was a bitter drink
too weird to put lips onto
not interesting enough

with the coming sun
more drugged-up sirens will knock
your parlor ready, wet

Still I'll be writing
weird poems trying to forget
your brief taste for me.

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