Tuesday, 24 January 2017

poetry 2017 / 018

The End of an Affair

morning mist
occluding the chestnut trees
in the cemetery
out footsteps leave tracks over frosted grass
delicate spines shattered
the warmth of pressure
your words forced into the light
misted breath mixing
with the morning dew
scattering the solitude of my thoughts
and bringing a flush of heat to your cheeks.
I can't do this.
my smile catches you unawares
a melancholy charity
for the poor-box of your devotion
as you reach for the fingers
taking refuge in my sleeves
as the winter sun
pencils in the ragged tear
of a distant vapour trail
your eyes glistening

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