Saturday, October 31, 2015

Whispers In The Night



in the morning I always remember hearing them,
these whispers in the night that come to me
that come to me not so gently anymore as before
and just when I notice they have been here
I awake into a seductive angry silence thinking
a response is entirely necessary but as always
remember nothing of the words spoken or of
their meaning subliminally transferred into my
as it rested not so securely on the satin pillow
that I stole from my last divorce so I could
remember that which never occurred so I
began to whisper into her ear is soft syllables
that she should leave very soon and soon she did.

14Oct

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