Bitter Lemon

BITTER LEMON. I want to cut my teeth On the rind of a bitter lemon And feel the veins of wintry night Caught in eddies on the frozen lips. To follow the paths of the sea Or to the creatures of sultry nights Places where agonies kept vigils In tear stained cheeks after saline. In the love I embraced Within my arms some pallid form But strident heart betrayed its strain Catching breaths for some ancient storm. Graces of dead leaves in splits Half remembered tales of ancient bliss Some strivings for hankerings of heart Looking for solace in a venomed start.