In wanting to be loved,
You’ve allowed his storm to pellet you,
To pull you into harsher rain’s constant hammering,
Jolting, stealing pride
you look away,
Your fugitive eyes clinched
In a far-away dream
Of her summer light,
her fragrant petals opening and soft days
aching harvest beauty
Of lips, and tears, and tongue
And heart, too cowardly,
to come out
of the dark, and open your eyes.
(c) Karen K.L. Espaniola 2013, All Rights Reserved
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