Quince Jelly

A response

All the sweetness

of nostalgic air

thickens to marmalade

in the space between us

bitter sick sweet

it's the orange rind--

the taste like masked earwax

smeared on dry

Toast

our eyes raise their glasses

to clink and mirror champagne

fizzes of memories better

left drunk than for us to drink to

you drain your glass to

Emptiness,

I see it in your hands

your fingers freed from mine

the sweat dried sticky on my palms

the staleness lingers

what is there left to

Regret

is nothing to me as I see you now

a ripening sweetness hangs

close to the ground

inevitable to break

from its stem...

Ah.

There it is, the wooden

coolness of its peel

as real as the hard kiss

you'll give her

you're in love, I breathe,

There.

I watch the scene recede in your pupils

burnt words turn to cold ashes on my

Tongue

all I taste now is the music of

quince jelly

flower honey

like a smile it whispers,

"Move on"

 

 

 

Reviews

[Saturn's Lover]

Wow, i loved this. Just the whole poem, i'm speechless over it...