I hear those secondhand truths.
I store their murmurings:
Fragments of someone else’s pleasure:
Gifted
Forgotten
Then suddenly aired
Jewel bright
As light on dappled pathways
Conniving with the present
In captive moments
To prick
Like the rose
Bloodied with the living
Unfurled and dying
Decades on
“I told you so”.
March 2023
I store their murmurings:
Fragments of someone else’s pleasure:
Gifted
Forgotten
Then suddenly aired
Jewel bright
As light on dappled pathways
Conniving with the present
In captive moments
To prick
Like the rose
Bloodied with the living
Unfurled and dying
Decades on
“I told you so”.
March 2023