Fleshy taste of strawberry
13 May 2020
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
