Gritty Watermelon
A sonnet of lost love and a sunny recollection.
The bitter air in salty wounded eyes
I’m longing for you on this sweaty night;
But our past has not yet found it’s reprise,
Nor fragrant odor of our past delight.
***
The gritty watermelon’s dance on tongues
Becomes refreshingly discouraging;
When crispy air with song fulfilled our lungs,
This sweeter memory now lingering.
***
I think we’re stopped in time that once was us
Like sparklers blurring cross the misty sky;
An instant we fell in and out of lust,
At ease with echoes that passed sharply by.
***
I hope tomorrow you find happiness...
Like the brisk summer of our coalesce.
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KB
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