Sugar on My Tongue

Sappho wrote that words

we leave unspoken

will be wept

If true

soliloquies must rest

like sugar undissolved

on my tongue

 

I am grateful

for the sun

that comes out

but melancholy is still

an aquamarine tide

that washes over me

unexpectedly

flooding my banks

piercing my sea walls

reminding me

of how deeply human I am

of the delicacy

the fragility

of this woman’s heart

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

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