It was not a success, the lunch. Washed hands lifted lids, broke yesterday’s bread. Wine blackened lips. Tepid talk turned no heads. Fish skeletons slid on silent plates. The apples were bruised, the coffee thick. In the golden hours behind blue walls we played at pleasing fruitlessly. I wiped you clean. You wiped my cheek. We betray
in the blink of a bird as it flies from the fence. Daily, lying in the blur of the sun, a piece of pride cracks. Did you forget one jealous kiss changed everything? Far better to be cowardly in love. This is the end says your thorned mouth to the desert that is mine, causing crows to shrink in circles up above. There is
light, they say, in the moment a heart stops. People return to tell of shining tunnel ends. I saw crushed velvet, tangled trim, the leaves of the elm tree as they tussled with the wind.
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ResponderEliminarIt was not a success, the lunch. Washed
hands lifted lids, broke yesterday’s bread.
Wine blackened lips. Tepid talk turned no
heads. Fish skeletons slid on silent plates.
The apples were bruised, the coffee thick.
In the golden hours behind blue walls we
played at pleasing fruitlessly. I wiped you
clean. You wiped my cheek. We betray
in the blink of a bird as it flies from the
fence. Daily, lying in the blur of the sun,
a piece of pride cracks. Did you forget
one jealous kiss changed everything?
Far better to be cowardly in love. This
is the end says your thorned mouth to
the desert that is mine, causing crows
to shrink in circles up above. There is
light, they say, in the moment a heart stops.
People return to tell of shining tunnel ends.
I saw crushed velvet, tangled trim, the leaves
of the elm tree as they tussled with the wind.
S.
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