Bittersweet Beginning
Small Tools, Butterfly Wingbeats
Bitter end
A dark omen?
Or the dimly lit backdrop to a sweet beginning?
Bittersweet beginning
May nothing end bitterly by our trembling, fumbling, pressing, yearning hands
The breeze blew yet lukewarm
When I asked if I was alone
We hid in the dark for a little longer
Then, at the edge of the void,
A stoplight blinked
But I only took it in when I was poised to leap
Bittersweet beginning
May nothing end bitterly by our frightened, shaking, aching, insistent hands
The cards were laid down
Between the moon and the sun
And the heat was sucked out of the sky
As my smile grew wide
We played our giddy game
For we knew the game
And I should have been sick
But I was satisfied
Bittersweet beginning
May nothing end bitterly by our thoughtless, thoughtful, helpless, conniving hands
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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