Thin tin leaf
covering
pure peanut buttery
GOLD
Take off the wrapping
slip fingers under
edges and folds
peeled back to reveal
Devil’s Tower
centering metallic expanse
creases and bends
cracking close to base
beams coming off
Chocolate sun
Sustainer of All Life
silver rays
throw light in my eyes
Grip the edge
one more paper
separating cup from sink
Ridges melt away
wet sand dispersing
goes down the drain.
Lip Balm
Where before the lip was even
smooth and curved
healthy and hydrated
it has become dry
devastated by drought
the surface is cracked
separated to reveal
a gash sore and stinging
whipped into incredible pain
by
harsh winds
shocks of saliva
all color fades
vibrant pinks become washed out
transformed to dry white
zombie lips
But something obscures the light
a rain cloud
lip balm
to wash out the desert
and make it a glassy pool.
2 comments:
I like all your descriptive words. Nice!
Nice!
Yum! (the peanutbutter, not the zombie lips!)
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