TornA Poem by Kathryn SmithOn the edge of a bed Her body curls Head in pillow Soft skin In a white t shirt Silence Darkness Her eye lids lift She can feel him Hear him But he's not near He's somewhere Out there Among red telephone booths City lights Castles Tourists Poems and tea Their thrones await Crimson A chamber gold Built with walls of trust Laced in colors Of happy lust Her fingertips brush thighs He made her high Drunk In hindsight With no defense Perfume settles on sheets She thinks of his smile Knees go weak How can this be? To want someone So badly Bittersweet is her heart Embellished Confected In agony Her fingertips glide Slowly across skin Feeling gooseflesh Wishing her touch Was him She pulls up the covers And nestles in Outside in the night The stars die Clouds of black Swallow the sky Lights flicker off Her quiet room mourns The other side of her bed Torn Her eye lids shut The butterflies yearn And the whole wide world Slowly turns (For George) © 2017 Kathryn SmithReviews
|
Stats
991 Views
8 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on March 5, 2017Last Updated on March 5, 2017 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|