After Summer
Dedicated to someone I hate
Who shall shed the summer’s day?
With desire for the familiar declined
Into bitter plague, of robust curve, stray’d
Which the tip buzzing twice and twined
And virtuous wishes spoil on the leg
Of love counterfeit, barren place, yet commits
To a sea of sludge, and she feeds flies nutmeg
With amanita and milk, sour bud, poor begging,
Of the familiar who drinks her bitters
And, proclaim this, wing’d victim of her tongue,
Whose eyes hollowed at the sights concluded
In charnel houses of fornication
And breast raw to victim’s supine rebuke
Blace! What I like about your poetry is that the lines are dense and its straight words, like, y'know? No form play going on and that allows me to focus on the poem itself. Does that makes sense? lol
I can only validate the spitefulness in so much as it was channeled into this great poem, blending passions, bile and eroticism in contained and sober fine form. Great job Blace!