Stacatto

via Daily Prompt: Desire

Stacatto

Ripe fruit, foul smell.
My heart is pouncing
Running, bouncing
Musical chairs,
Djembe of my soul.

Once, I flew!
It was desire, envy.
Scattered minds,
Hostel of love.
Ripe fruit,  sweet smell.

Please, come!
Don’t forget, strange brain.
I remembered once.
Scents of summer,
Young love!

You blossomed,
Years passed, same you.
Stange fruit, unforgettable taste.
It was desire, jealousy.
Ripe fruit, foul smell.

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