april, lilac-breathed
settles like balm
onto freshly broken skin
wounds left by happiness
as she swallowed like a forgotten flower
into the tongue of the night.
moonsets at bedsides
voluptuous bodies
of uninvited clouds
locking skies within their lips.
fields of forgotten flowers.
my, the suffering we endure for the truths we tell and the lies we don't.
suffering is the light at the end of the tunnel of happiness?
april=current phase of life=suffering=balm=soothing for wounds
wounds?
yes, wounds.
wounds= happiness biting the night+night=another phase of life
moonset=night over=phase of life over
clouds=memories
skies=new day