In my fruit bag,
a gift:
a love mutation,
two grapes,
each to the other,
dissymetric,
but together fused
-- heart-shaped asymmetry!
I want so to hold,
to keep,
to make last,
but know decay.
So into my mouth
the heart pop
and sweet entropy
consume.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
In my fruit bag,
a gift:
a love mutation,
two grapes,
each to the other,
dissymetric,
but together fused
-- heart-shaped asymmetry!
I want so to hold,
to keep,
to make last,
but know decay.
So into my mouth
the heart pop
and sweet entropy
consume.
Request permission to use this poem