Hanged by John Tustin

I hanged myself beneath the tree
Where we first kissed

That kiss has followed me
Although you have not

And even now in death
It lies warm upon my lips

Warm and burning
Soothing and bright

Upon lips now dead
But still so alive with the phantom of you

About the Poet:

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.