Fleshy taste of strawberry

Fleshy taste of strawberry

13 May 2020

Courtesy creativemarket


The rancour

Now melting away

Mind knows night

Heart knows day

The soul in between to sway

Springtime steps astray


Summer bloom

Moves springtime too soon

Into past

None to last

Watching bearded chin to groom

Lost in the whiskers


Hidden fruit

Shielded from the eye

In darkness

Your lips curl

Fleshy taste of strawberry

I unearth slowly


Readng of the poem:

Iyeoka – Simply Falling