Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Morning Mirror

With your paint stripped
I see a jug, corked

Dark hair, golden-sparked
You glittered in our dark

With the morning draped
your body twines in linen
so perfectly wrapped, yet
fuss over a harsh sun

Within your ceram catacomb
you confine for hours at a time

Green eyes mirrored softly speak
Flecks like neon fish float

With the day we embark
perfectly attired, collared
Ruby lips spearhead movement
but fuss over scuffed pumps

Don't you know?

With your paint stripped,
I would pull the cork, drink
every ounce of you, night long
if trusted with that container

Night returns, and we to heaven
entwined in my capable arms

Weary head streaked, rough sex
for one who doesn't love herself

Put the crayon down, darling
Let's not scrawl on perfect paper
Let's not draw outlines of shapes
on a jug sent by the Gods

Don't you know, my eyes can be
your morning mirror of love?


3.30.22

listening to Cannons: