seasonal gratings 1

her kisses
felt like
riding in a hearse
with the windows
on a warm
autumn afternoon
where the leaves
have fallen
the trees look
strangely like
the varicose hands
of the dead man
in the box
in the back

there is
a bitterness
in holding her
like tea
left in the sun to brew
for too long
on a boiling
summer day
that no matter
how much sugar you add
the acrid taste
long after
the ice has melted
to leave a puddle
of memory
on the table


5 thoughts on “seasonal gratings 1

      1. 🙂 you could not write anything where I felt you finally lost it….the deeper you go it seems you found it, sometimes achingly beautiful other times hard to look at but always found not lost.

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