Imperfect Longings

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