a blue jellyfish bruising memory
stinging at a lonely heart
red as a claw buried in the craw
down where the tears start
the tunnel has been tolerated
look has arrived at tomorrow
where pains are pinned like butterflies
camphorated in drawers of sorrow
stripped bare of a tomb-like lethargy
and shivering with thwarted desire
we drink of the spring of sunshine
that sets the uplands afire
then the memories sleep
ayes close eyes
if only says the past
we had smelled this summer rose
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