sleep had frozen her eyes,
pulling away a draft between them
limbs stretched unwound
gleaming wounds had healed,
away from window awake,
bathroom without light
under sink cupboard with bleach and mouthwash
a bottle of bourbon in reserve,
pushed door to a crack
sat on a closed toilet seat
without that gaping void beneath his backside
sipping from the bottle,
put a hand in his shorts
rolled his penis between thumb and forefinger
damp from her
and sniffed,
faint lights illuminated heart,
head twisted sideways located tissue
shame to dab away,
as if removing her fluid,
her scent it would all end,
four years together,
she had guided him through a dry silence
concentration and love filled
earth and sky
as a solitary he would be unable to dance
and lament in lengthy boredom,
instead he stopped
stood lifting seat
dropped tissue in
pissed a long stream on continuity,
bourbon safely away,
new swarms changed names of thoughts,
into the bedroom
sprawled uneven she lay
at the window clutched the moon
and drew it back in
to be with them
a smile softer than his lips normally allow,
then settled alongside her
Very nice ending, I like it 🙂
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thanks Grace ..hugs
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A very real look at life…a bit seamy yet tender.
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thanks Victoria sometime i go on a realist route, and thank you again for stopping by
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Very beautiful poem – so many fluids and voids and wounds and re-settlings. A lovely cadence, and the intimacy is very real, soft – and the kind of inadequacy one feels in simply being human and especially in being loved is very palpable. k.
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thanks Karen i love rummaging through the human experience box
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ah i’m glad he found the one with her that made him find life again
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sometimes you drift away but find your way back
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this is VERY adult in so many ways.
i like the pun with the crack. the gleaming wounds probably has more than one meaning too.
high tech toilet power
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glad you liked and high tech toilet is brilliant and interplanetary gave me a smile
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well now…that def had grit…and shock value…rather like the closing witht he moon clutched in the window drawing in on them…
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it always depends on the direction of my mind when i awake
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