feeling fragile;
i partake of
sweetness
melting
sensually
upon my
tongue,
flavour of
summer:
bracing, tart
against
unctuous luxury
slipping, sliding
down my
throat.
i close my
eyes
and think
of cherries
ripening in
june heat;
of bittersweetness
mirroring life
good and evil;
of innocence lost;
of identity found;
of yearning;
of longing;
of love
unrequited;
of lusts
unslaked.
feeling fragile,
i partake of
rapturous decadence –
but the
aftertaste
is harsh
is brutal
is acrid
is loneliness
made
all too
real
as i eat
as i think
as i long
for you.
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