Once, So Wetly One

Once, So Wetly One.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jetting away to your far away home

I'm left with your fragrance and image alone,

To sit on the chair with a scotch in my hand

Miserably aware that I can't understand,

Why you left, why you cried,why you sped for the door

Leaving pungency there in the sheets on the floor.

 

The aching emptiness, hollow inside

The confusion and rawness of pain, I confide,

That I'm lost. Tomorrow is pointlessly there

When I wake up to find that your gone in despair.

Just yesterday, we lay spent on the bed

Entwined and sated, so seemingly dead,

And now the ghost of passion's done

When then, we were so wetly one.

 

Marshalg

     Mangere Bridge

26 October 2009