by dokurtybitz

I whisper to her
Alone in the dark spaces
Receiving comfort from her image
And humdrum rituals
Two share,
Feeling the ghostly curve
Breast, hip and belly
My nose
Seeking her hair
As consciousness runs away
Quicksilver swift.

If you enjoyed the poem. please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: