Poetry from Philip Butera

An Outcast In My Own Life

A white peach, a slice of green melon,
and a peeled mango!
They all have a delicate pleasantness,
but the taste of you
lingers.
That taste has sweetened
the bitterness
around my heart.

I cherish those moments
when you are near.
The shadows
of apathy and uncertainty
disappear
and though
I feel vulnerable
I love
the flavor.

I once
devoured the night
and its consequences
now I lay next to you,


welcoming the morning light.
You dissolved that feeling
I’d be forever lost.
I am no longer
an outcast in my life.

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