Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2013
Symmetry to a note
that flies further than a fifth
soaring through aircraft cables
lined on doors of oak and thick.

Wine wastes our time
staining the vessels into energetic
procrastination
and stinging feet into comfortable numbness.

It sighs but resides on the purple lips
of the woman across
and the butternutty smoothness of her
exquisite paired squash.
Written by
J McDevitt
1.2k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems