my poem titled “Peaches & Apples”

life, poem, poetry, writing

Long nights carved into my memory

With sharp tools dipped in lace

Trace a short story of tumultuous love

As short as a parting embrace

The sweetest moments soured

Like lemon juice on the tongue

Fermented in unending silence

Savage battles not lost but won

And the prize was solidarity

A little clarity

From the haze of the gun smoke

Wafting across the battlefield

Standing over the fallen body

That embodied love

But now rots

Like so many apples under a tree

In summer time

Their cores left bare for scrutiny

But that’s how it is with people sometimes

Soft skin inviting you in

Disguising the decay

Until you take a bite

 -Collins

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