A Stumbled Fall

teacup-sunshine

after w.-a.-r.  with apologies

 

Static allowed no pauses

to slip his supplications

into their conversations.

 

Filled with honey, his mouth,

spoke too slowly, too low,

to be heard over the swarm

of bees infesting her ears.

 

The tea cup had no depth

beyond the damp leaves

he fingered metaphorically.

 

It was too late to go back,

to be what he was not,

to grow his silent desires

from the salted earth.

 

(May 28, 2018)

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