Silk brushed against calloused heel

As the sunbeams stroke it softly

through the single-pane kitchen window,

her shoulder-length auburn hair

sings sweeter than a broken-hearted drunk

seated in the back row of a midnight cathedral.

 

She smiles and my soul unfolds;

red cabbage rose mid-Spring.

 

But, somehow, I feel odd,

like I’ve just found

my lost shaving cream

in the refrigerator.

 

I wish I had met you before

I became a wasteland.

 

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

=D The senses of longing, aching and desire all come around about with amusing and fun images. Tainted with little glimmers of light breaking through the madness to add that final layer and tone.

[Rosette Jewel]

This is amazing. Definitely my kind of read. The description of her hair
hooked me into this piece. "I wish I had met you before I became a wasteland". Wonderfully forthright and simple.

[Chelsea]

I like it a lot. Lots of expression and meaning!
The line about shaving cream, very crafty! A unique write!!

[OT]

ahh expressive and effortless as always RG - "I wish I had met you before I became a wasteland" sums it all up brilliantly!!! nice, nice, nice!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Ay me... so expressive of all that is found and lost and waiting to be found again.