Night was elongation of berry-red urge
and desire,
carrying your words like wisps of clouds–
I watch as they mouth your name
and paint
every emotion that has ever erupted within me
in raisin black.
I have been halved and cored,
held on to every thought
as you kiss my lips
while they retort–

my torment is one of freckles upon blood oranges,
their vital force
pulled apart
so that cloying would last; would last.

 

 

Photo credits: Thomas Saliot, Pinterest

โ€œI have been halved and cored,โ€ from Perennial by Kerry O’ Conner โค๏ธ

Posted for Weekend Mini-Challenge: 13 Poetic bits of kerry @ Real Toads