Sweats and Sweets
A flamed anguish gathers in a bleak cellar
of gray nights pounding on my veins,
steaming through a roughened flesh;
that in my days I have lost passion’s luster
and solitude is the only elixir I rub for now.
Yet in reflection, the breaths find out how
this darkness can shed a glow upon excretion
of angst: the allowing of heart’s root begins
to sprout in dewy, fertile mornings.
I roam along cafes where flavored kisses
once bloomed in July: your turn now
to beg for a second chance, oh much too soon.
For I have reaped moments of lush joy,
of christened peace ,as new blossoms ripened
from discoveries and friends to feast;
till goblets of life sparkled like oozing champagne
while your face turned old from stubbles of time.
6/18/2015
Olive Eloisa Guillermo’s Sweats and Sweets
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