I, the Succulence

i-the-succulence

Now the succulence of autumn fruit
Badly bruised by your intention
Lay waste outside the entrance
Of a divisive heart
No longer shining
Nor is she sweet
But blemished
By your
Sin

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on September 30, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, nonet poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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