Lemon Hearted Poem by Robin Bennett

Your heart is a lemon-
bitter
I've lived and died
there a thousand times
Choking on the seeds
gasping for air-
Once I was a happy
young tart
I felt at home
inside the lemon love
You knew just how
to squeeze me-
our quenching
lemonade
satisfied us then
With time the
taste became
bitter
When time came
to slice it open
for your
bittersweet tea
I was homeless
That lemon left it's
imprint on your
heart and soul
It stained me
No choice but
to rot along
with you.