A jealous breeze
whispers, moving through the blinds
Sun drawn patterns dance across the floor
Echoes fill this dreaded room,
those whining words that whip and tousle hair.
I miss the purr of feline curvatures —
pressed against my chest.
I’m torn, a flowered corpse, a leaded kiss.
My drowsy afternoon is filled with ends,
a bed of silent afterwards
I lay alone in phantom-pains
crippled with my empty hands
full with weight
and roundness of your absent breasts.
Linked to Magpie Tales
June 28, 2015