Death, love

Resting Endearment

 

Confluent in my mouth,
Tonight I taste the turmeric essence of
Everything you told

That endearing echo remains
The nickname that gave
Oh “little one, little one”
Eventually must age
And
The thread frays

Like an untouchable
Covered in ashes of the thousands
From the same fire of the pyre
An atlas, we all must toil

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Art by: Gregory Colbert

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5 thoughts on “Resting Endearment

      • you piqued that interest with the fine blend of words. sometimes when I feel anxious I taste ammonia on my tongue but when I feel happy its very citrus like. I never really focused on that but your words prompted those deeper thoughts. always my pleasure and wonder to read your writing.

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