The hour of early black is

the perfect arbitrator;
I’d like to believe the sting of our lass kiss
wasn’t nearly as sharp as wailing guitar wringing—
like apples and almond milk,
against the window and thorough-going.
A shuddering sigh escapes from raw lips,
“would I be happier without it?”




Photo credits: Apples and Almond Milk 8×8 inches, oil painting by Sarah Sedwick

Lillian is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is “Happiness.”
Come join us! ❤️

Posted for Quadrille #115 @ dVerse Poets Pub