Tuesday, January 26

Bitter Lees


I must prepare myself,
Dark eyes bursting with secrets
Shan't entice me.
Those palms upon my skin
Shan't lift my veil.
May emotions be cleansed
Like waste water
Till all but vice remains
Bitter lees.
For off the coast where he goes
Lies no path for me.
For he is sure ne'er to return
The road behind is under snow.
Not summer nor spring
Can redeem the smiles and colors
Of days begone.
Bitter lees.
The wine is drunk and food is ate,
The days of green are gone.
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