cricket vinaigrette

 

 

 

vinaigrette morning

in predawn dew,

cricket swallows the chunk of my leftover words,

last night phlegm exhaustion,

crowding each strand of thought,

s n i p p i n g them off before resolution.

 

inhale deep the sliver fresh,

the biting reality screw,

graying blonde trusses pulled behind her finger slides

across tight neck tender,

worries of our reparation abound,

killingly rejected, swimmingly discarded,

with a glance

cricket chirps a song sigh sorrow at me.

slapping my innocent failure with her

thorn branch hurt heart.

 

every ray that reaches her cheek rising

in eye iris close,

awaking the head ache aggravation,

she pulls covers over and close

the noise

of my

breathing

 

off.

 

suffocating my plastic bag head, wrapped

in

stifle

choke,

as

i

try

to

apologize.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Deanarrlack]

inhale deep the sliver fresh,
the biting reality screw,
graying blonde trusses pulled behind her finger slides
across tight neck tender,
worries of our reparation abound,
killingly rejected, swimmingly discarded,
with a glance
Cricket chirps a song sigh sorrow at me.
slapping my innocent failure with her
thorn branch hurt heart.

I loved this stanza, and the poem in its entirety. A great write, certainly interesting. THanks for posting this.------------------------------------------Danny-------------------------------------------------------------------

[imm's place]

interesting. very descriptive writing.so much hidden in each word.