01 longing a lolliwrapper tongue
Rising up out of the early morning dark
to spiderwebs of melting winter songs,
such cricketing of birds tickling in dew ears,
that's longing.
I could have hiccoughed a moon for you,
to spasm in another day,
instead, the warmth evaporates away
pink aborted petals,
crumbled like lolliwrappers,
the sweets jar rattles inside
the pantry door, half-empty.
I thought about opening it,
unraveling each cricket wrapper
as a flower unbuds, grasping the stem
of the pop with both hands
just to fill my mouth
with something that you loved.
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