Anything but soft

Too often Love is a blade,

a storm in the middle of the sea,

anything but soft.

It burns and smoulders

when it should pop;

an ebony elderflower berry

between your front teeth,

juicy, sweet, and sour,

in the habit of dribbling

down your chin,

staining your fingertips

and poisonous when

consumed too much.


Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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