New Leaves

New Leaves

It was the kind of sky
that would have given us a rainbow
if night had not fallen
and extinguished every expectation.

The dusk, rather than descending
seemed to pour out of the east
as if I were pouring a deep bitter
chocolate, (negre) into a
porcelain cup for you
coating everything so

that I would have to kiss it
off your lips, push it
aside with the hard edge of my palm.
See the bright tip of your

blush rose

PBSweeney 2006


One response to “New Leaves

  1. What a beautiful poem. It is clear that love guides your heart and your pen.

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