decadence has washed over me like a summer rain
my mind is full of illicit thoughts and feelings
a mist of sensuality cools my heated body and I
run to the corner of the room to hide in shame...
midnight pearl robes cover most of me
a red satin glow enters from the window like a
ghost and stands in the shadows watching me...
my hand quiver as they touch my face, gently
rubbing my forehead as if it were aching,
I close my eyes to see the darkness inside me
finding only seldom used points of view
long since abandoned by me as a child...
reluctant wondering pursues me like a bad dream
and I fold myself up inside the briefcase that
was left to me by my father when he died...
the porter comes to take me downstair, thinking
I am just a forgotten piece of luggage and I cry
out in horror when my silence is disturbed....
I long for morning and my toast and coffee.
July 19, 2023
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