The love taste

Here I chew the gourd of love

a bitter sweet left in the mouth

which was less than a poison

for love was benighted king

of Romeo’s romance which

was a lark for Julliet’s sake

 

 

an idea to chew the pain is

one thing and to die for the

startling queen is quiet the

other that kills the silence

as if done to pieces the apple

of the adam in a crude haste

and to be quite over the coffee

as the whole populace is

celebrating  Easter.

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