POETRY

Immortality Waits

To Be Invited

Image by Amber Avalona from Pixabay

Thud-thud-thud
The sound of your blood
hurtling, hounding,
curdling, pounding
screaming to be
misunderstood.

What sweet Ambrosia
doth your scent lend
to lips, set to savor
the Elixir
of my Life
served warm
and…