Glitter and Glue

Of couples I’ve seen

Way more than a few

Where one is the glitter

Taste of Citrus

Under
a flat ledge,
in a garden view of lemon
groves – inscribed zest is
tickled by the scent of
interlopers wound under a single
helix of Nottingham green;

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Contused And Conflicted

I’m black and blue all over
Feels like four rounds with Ali
But the bruises are invisible
Because my opponent is me

Untitled III

black words, white paper
black shadow, white snow