A Memory Made Flesh

I was a sweetener...

Enticement on

Her

Gravy train of living...

I was something to

Hold on to...

...My moon-shaped

Heart glows

So resilient,

Though my brains not

As forgiving...

...Segments at opposing

Points

Swing in/out of

Love's red

Orbit...

....I'll trill until the will is

Met, and whet my beak

To catch the next day

Worm!...

...This term,

This term

Of disbelief

When sitting near

A budding leaf,

Surrounded by

Natural dress...

I was a sweetener,

Made blessed...

...By you...

By love...

By what went

On, and

On, while

We kept thrusting...

...But one false move,

Will clear the air...

And shake the stars

From skies,

Like straw

In bits of hair,

Betwixt the

Ears, and

In my teeth,

And toes...

...I was a sweetener,

Relief...

...Between dull hours

Of the eve,

And now I move

Beyond stiff grief

Of my own pure,

And true

Volition...

...The street lights

Blinking

As I thrust

Into the darkness,

And this void...

©

2017

Bunny Villaire