I suck the life from mine
dry as the summer's day we picked it
Ripe, it melts
Carcass dropping to the floor from my mouth.
You tore me to pieces, but then
I was different.
I turned my head at the sight of raisins
and red apples
because I would only be willing to see
The memory of raisins turned me to the crops...
So tall, they scratch my cheek.
I'd never have taken a mis-step and fallen
Would have never sprained my ankles
or my knees
It was only then I knew
the scent of Sunflowers
Like I knew
the scent of the sea,
but I never enjoyed the salt like I did the seeds.
I've sucked the life dry
of the marvelous memories I once knew
because I let it be only when
I marveled in solitude.
I've yet to try a raisin
my last one some years ago
a decade, I'm sure
At least, I think so.
Not a soul may remember me
At least, I don't think so.
Hence, I felt necessary
a re-introduction to wine;
She, my liege, was allergic to something
while he, the siege, was allergic to
What she used to make it.
Again with tastes
Enough with the one-sided input.
I'm tired of recalling
that never happened.
Again with savoring
Enough with the lies
Who made life to
mock a powerless guise?