Quench your anger on me,
With a perfectory sip,
As if all dryness
Dwelt in my veins.
You’re regal
And I ‘m wearing my losses
On a beadless string,
Playing rehash of the summer of our choiceness.
Drawn to the flame
Yet, mothlike living,
Soaking my days in tepid venom
And weaving your nights
Into stillness.
” Regret ” moves across my first perfunctory superficial reading of it,with a nonchalance and coolness that somehow reminds me in part of Joni Mitchell,Patti Smith ,etc.
Welcome to Destiny Poets,Witty Fay ! and what an entrance with that brace of poems ! Please feel free to share some biographical notes;as the International Community of Poets we are always interested to know where you reside,as you may note from the widespread global geographic diversity of the other members.
Awesome! Love the imagery…
Thank you, Gina. I am glad my poem drew a picture into your mind.