Poem No. 65

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.