Low Hanging Fruit

This guilt hangs heavy Like fruit on the vine Ripe with future decay Yet tempting still As succulent as sin Waiting for a fire To cleanse my dry soul It bends without breaking Scratches and claws Always emerging intact Even though weather scarred Bruised and brushed aside This emotional storm No reservoir in sight Just … Continue reading Low Hanging Fruit

This Modern Guilt

An apology between friends That kiss of words on lips Seductive in its subtlety Longing to make things right When love’s been abandoned Tossed like so much dice A startling black on white Acquiescence of a sort Designed to mollify To knit a pattern of beauty That will stand time’s test And yet it ends … Continue reading This Modern Guilt