Say it with flowers

I should burn old year
& throw away the scarlet letters, but I don't

The moon crawls
between spaces & craves your imprint

I keep sliding back to your
touch bruising the back of my bare knees

It was the promise of Always
slotted between wet kisses & sweaty palms

How my face flowers just for you
The bad boy of the town 

I learned the many degrees of Always
Flimsy as moth wings

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,  
Yet the wanting of you is an addiction

Crackling after the blazing dies
Always, always, always

even when you don't give me 
any flowers

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Mary ~  Inspired by poem

Burning the Old Year, BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE

I used two lines:   Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,  

                         Crackle (ing) after the blazing dies

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