Come!

Let us eat green pears—

cold—

at night on the rooftop

under burdened boughs of the old yew

and the moon’s pale glow.

Let us love 

and laugh at myths and shadow-plays

born of sticks and stones and celestial light—

the stuff of illusion

(delusion)

that pulls us far from the cold comfort

of home.

There, the close confines of our rooms lie, prepared,

untouched by the deceits of night and day–

welcoming

and pure.

O, to be with you in the dark

(boundlessness within those walls)

behind thick curtains of rich brown and verdant green–

that glorious place of undiscerning Truth,

where glamours crumble to dust

(to dust).

To this

we say, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

and kiss the silver—sticky and sweet–

from each other’s lips,

each soft brush 

a rap on the front door.

David Estringel is a ‘2019 Best of the Net’ and ‘2019 Over the Edge New Writer of the Year’ nominee, whose work has been accepted and/or published by littledeathlit, The Elixir Magazine, Soft Cartel, Digging through the Fat, Haiku Journal, Drunk Monkeys amongst others. He is also the author of three published chapbooks entitled, “Indelible Fingerprints,” (Alien Buddha Press), “Punctures,” (Really Serious Literature Disappearing Chapbook Series – #104) and “Peripheries,” (winner of the 2019 Bitchin’ Kitsch Chapbook Contest).

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