Another poem from the archives. I think this one has lots of potential. What do you think?
and if my words never reach the light of day
mix cocoa, flour, fat and fowl
sift petals over blackened mounds
scorched by imperfect longings
bake this love into powdered sweets
savouring dark matter’s flavor
your tongue tracing jagged edges –
parched earth, salted wounds –
fissured and sweetened with time