By Lexi Balevre Perry
Flesh of the finer fruits
Of pomegranates grapes, and figs
In the delicacies of lust
It is in the taste.
Flourished petals of lilacs
Of lavender and lupine
As we blossom to spring
It is in the smell.
Shadows of sunset and sunrise
Your naked silhouette at midnight
In the heat of summer
We ignite in violent twilight
But just like the fate
Of same old stale fruits
Is my pale skin
Full of purple bruises
Camouflaged in makeup
Reminisced through ink
In the darkness of night
You still live on my flesh
And I can’t let you go.
