Lemongrass

Lemongrass

bit me bitterly

as freckles were spreading

over my pale winter skin

 

And Scotland painted itself

on my mind

while I was negating

the love I would find

if I returned

to the used places

 

I’m just so afraid

the honey won’t last

 

We’ve had a full pot

Now I need to move on

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