Blemished

Ssh .. it happens regardless and anyway .. always 🤍

Blemished

 

Dear lord, how you’ve aged and so

   disproportionately ..

Like old rope, empty oyster shells

   and cold lava flows ..

You remind me so much, of the very

first blush, on the cheek

of an otherwise, perfect cut red rose,

bleeding out, yet while

  

drowning amid, silent death throes ..

Yes it was then, I took note

while sipping from some discarded

champagne flute

that blush, after all, was nowt but

a bruise and nothing

at all on this planet of ours lasts long

and nor is it perfect ..