June poetry day 1 Heartburn
Heartburn My heart burns for you, A twisting thing of sweetness. But bitter tendrils lash at the edges Of my dreams and nightmares, While you look away And away, Before that pretty acknowledgement With the knowing nod and squeeze, Leaving fleshy seeds scattered Like the split pomegranate lying beneath its tree. This is the first of a month of writing exercises to get the flow starting...