Journal in Verses

Departing Spring

March 30, 2020

Most beautiful people are in my head.
Why then, when I open my lips,
My crazy fingers, and
My blossoming heart

To speak to them,
To write to them,
To listen to them

They tell me that my lips are foul,
My eyes are sinning, and my words
Have lost their sweetness?

When lovers become mothers
They become terrifying
Banners of departing spring.

Featured image: Sacred Spring by Paul Gauguin (1894), WikiArt.org

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