Bloody silver
Amethyst dripping
Swimming through
Hippy rooms
Past the rose in the garden
I planted.
Rattle of the gate;
Ghost –
Sliding between your
Arms, to a stomach
Hot as starlight.
You turn to the other pillow
Pushing in, holding my hands
In yours.
Smooth as your jewelry,
Your lips, your back lines
In the lamplight,
Running down my insides
Skin to bone.
Each day
A yesterday to the other year,
Pulled out at the top
Edge, like our favorite book.
I watch you blow, controlled,
Dust on the shelf
Like on the candles
Or a cigarette.
Prints drift around
To catch with my stare.

Words mouthed
Are soft as your eyes, reflective
From happiness.
A day without mascara,
Just shadowing
To be kissed.
As cuddles in bed
And your clothing
Draped across the rug.
Gentle as floorboards
Slumping silent underfoot,
Ready for secret
At night-time.

Picture by Kristina Flour

1 thought on “Whispers

  1. This is my favorite. Are going to add more?

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