Bitter love

Bitter love, hard-edged with softened toil,
bright darkness keening on the edge of mind,
as blackened day forms cold and sodden ash;
so limps along, forgotten cripple, time.

Acid sugar trust, crusts ancient, narrow lips,
as memory does web in brittle, circled form,
clinging to the damp and crumbling bricks;
crushed edifice relationship, now gone.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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