Melting Guile

Melting guile
Stay for a while
You didn’t even flinch
When death stole your style

I won’t bat an eyelash
If you wink at me then

My dreams are baking on the top shelf anyway
And my hand is in the cookie jar

The residue of your fragrant void is lapping me up
Consuming all reason

Is this treason?

To wish I could meet you there?
In this breath we shared?

Instead I lament in your absence
As a butterfly to a cocoon

I’m peeling off the layers now
Like flies to the moon

The cookies are still sweet
They’ll melt in my mouth

This is where souls meet
This is where they tout

By Jennifer Christine Copywright 2014


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