POEM TITLE He Is He Was
POEM You’re my lemon, you’re my lime.
My paradoxical sweet
You’re sublime
You’re my sherbert, you’re my sugar
My sickly sweet
You're divine
Lemons and limes are sour alone.
They purse my lips
They’re acidic - like you -
Toxicity to the bone.
Sherbert and sugar are killers alone,
They corrupt my pearls,
They’re deceitful - like you -
Look sweet, taste sweet, sweet to the gravestone
And now I’m here. All alone.
I think of my lemon, I think of my lime,
I think of the sugary sweet, the sultry sour,
The satiating syrup
How you were mine.
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