
While Spring has-been reborn, her roses haven’t bloomed. The stems are ripe with thorns, though and she’s saved me one or two.
Josyift 2023
While Spring has-been reborn, her roses haven’t bloomed. The stems are ripe with thorns, though and she’s saved me one or two.
Josyift 2023
My lilac lover blooms in early spring,
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Blessed with purple dress and pretty smile.
“So beautiful, my dear!” You’ll hear me sing.
But soon comes June and she’ll be out of style…
On a beach, at the sea, this is a happy place
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Within reach,
bergamot tea
Occasionally I taste
Wishing my anxieties
to cease.
The mandarin moons
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are resolute
against a blackened sky. Rapaciously, they
follow suit,
of smokey suns gone by.
I feel your lips burning my cheeks like smoldering leaves in fire. Like smoke, our love will slowly creep up your Afgano sweater.
Josyift, 2023