A jealous breeze


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 —
your back
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.

Midsummer Night's Melancholy by Michael Sowa

Midsummer Night’s Melancholy by Michael Sowa


Linked to Magpie Tales

June 28, 2015

28 responses to “A jealous breeze

  1. Really great descriptions in this one bjorn. A flowered corpse especially. The detail of the breeze and the pattern of the sun really brought the setting to life.

    Missing feline curvatures – Ha, nice.

  2. this is pure eloquence the weight of the aloneness: the corpse, the silence, crippled, empty, absence … juxtaposed against a jealous breeze

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