Momentum

Accomplish my love and I will never forgive you.

Justified through wanting, a stifling ego and over protective knuckle
tapping the window
Hail me Juliet. Say it. Say my new name.
Crucify the old name on the counter top
Where crumbs and fruit flies are sediments

The evening will be here soon
The year will be here soon
I will be in the cellar, mourning over preserves
Lid sealed down, sucking the season into the glass
Of sweetness passed
Of sweetness past

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