Inhale

Let go.

Incense clings to thick tapestry,

embroidered paisley raised like hot scabs

on the virgin valleys of cashmere skin.

Hanging languid in the stagnant smoke,

growing heavier with debris of ages,

devouring dirty air and starving.

Laboured inhale from clogged lungs,

bearing the density of decades

with no hope of release.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

"the virgin valleys of cashmere skin"

...what an evocative line!!