Jaded
I gave you a fleur
watered it to the last
it weathered well in the summer air
The room swayed
and sank to its knees
our pillow talk
shrouded itself in mystery
there were no smiles
also no kisses
only the jaded sprout of bones
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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