Friday, February 9, 2018

Sore Passion (Day 387)


he is raw  that’s what 
she thinks  he deserves this 
sore passion like cassis 
in his blood  the ripe red 
cherries of their sins  
a fortunate situation shared  
high in the rarified air  violet 
mountains reflect the world 
for him a million times over  
elevation  a lingering death  
berates  persecutes  permeates 
the ozone-spiced mist  distant 
lightning strikes the moon  
thunder like laughter stinging 
her chest  frothing 
with unsuppressed elation 


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image of Sri Lanka via PxHere