Friday, 10 October 2025

Expire

 

Expire

 

I could not draw the bane

from her heaving breast,

coax the adder from the nest,

the winding sloth from the tree,

hanging indolently at rest

until she expires a final breath.

and doused the fickle flame.

How I wish I’d let the blood -

a razor’s nick might be enough,

out, out, all will flood

in sluicing seas the venom wash

and bear her far and above;

she might spark winning fires

and all around her to inspire.

But, beside the mirrored lake,

sucking in all that she can take

in thirsts never to be slaked,

solitary how the sunflower spins,

reaching eager for her twin,

certain space around her twists

in whirlpools she cannot resist.




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