Sour Dream by Tah Njokom

My shoes are untied
The smell of lemons is piercing
Tears soround me and,
Love starts to hurt

The crush from a distance
Becomes a nightmare
A truth more painful than
The thought of death

Love could hurt, yes
The eyes of a goddess,
A fire to consume and
cherish before thyself

A sensation of a thousand
Angels, a reason to sacrifice
A whole basket of garbage,
A sour dream.