Plea to Your Words
A plea to your words
by Shelly Sharon
Small insects dive
right into my coffee cup
in a heroic death of sorts.
I feel they are showing me
that nonsense can be rid of just like that,
and I can be left to enjoy
the sweetness
of life.
You served me with your exposed naked heart
sweating lack of confidence
emitting precious love,
so I could lick my wounds
secreting saliva
to patch the morning’s bright promise.
Can one feel sadness
and hold on to positive thoughts
at the same time?
This I contemplate while watching
a thick and dense layer of clouds