Aching Harvest

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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