Adrian Darwent
Contributor
Oh, to be (only) a lesson in love
The sky, healing, exists (foremost) above
Your halo, a cold gin and tonic kiss.
Your teeth refuse me hungering kindness
And so, (into the pit!) give me a shove.
The day that’s (seldom for us) dreamt of
When my hand fits your (our) skin-tight glove.
It shouldn’t be. Truly. But it is.
A (sick joke) painful lesson in love.
Us: a clear hot spring (trapped) among
The thinnest (brittle) streams of blood.
Though this veil is fabric blindness,
The final silence reminds us
Though we try, we’ll (one day) become
A (long-lasting) lesson in love.