Just a Sip

The dove never told you
her wings were sharp enough
to cut you through

Why do you think like a siren
she calls you/closer, serenading
every single morning wishing

like a rose her thorns could taste
just a teardrop of blood in exchange
for a taste of you

–LM

5 thoughts on “Just a Sip

  1. Powerful imagery:

    like a rose her thorns could taste
    just a teardrop of blood in exchange
    for a taste of you

    *****

    (I’m scrolling backwards through time to get caught up on your writing. Thanks for finding me so I could find your writing.)

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