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Posted by on Apr 19, 2015 in Love Poems | 0 comments

Poem: Lemon Sonnet

I think of lemons when I think of you

You added piquancy to every hour

I spent with you, at once a taste that’s sour

Yet somehow sweet and mystifying, too

My love was lemon-bitter as it grew

A strange, forbidden fruit, from that first flower

I revelled in my knowledge of your power

And disregarded everything I knew

 

I pulled my pleasure from the tree half-grown

I knew it could not ripen anyway

This bitter anguish seemed an act of will

Since I must face the rest of life alone

But when I try to push these thoughts away

I think of lemons and I taste you still

 

___

Emily Lock

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