It clung to me like a little one,
mixed and twining with clothe threads.
The body weaved, at times vanished between folds,
Then, if contortions permitted, marked apparent by sunlight.
I plucked it free, letting it glide like a fall leaf floor bound.
Traveling away from a traveler, I pondered on its passing.
Our poignancy broke as I turned nearer to the sun.
Under arms and across the chest
More vestiges of her appeared.
I picked for them,
Their auburn bodies fading to blonde at round ends.
One by one the disembarked.
Like vapours, that past night drifted in.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
It clung to me like a little one,
mixed and twining with clothe threads.
The body weaved, at times vanished between folds,
Then, if contortions permitted, marked apparent by sunlight.
I plucked it free, letting it glide like a fall leaf floor bound.
Traveling away from a traveler, I pondered on its passing.
Our poignancy broke as I turned nearer to the sun.
Under arms and across the chest
More vestiges of her appeared.
I picked for them,
Their auburn bodies fading to blonde at round ends.
One by one the disembarked.
Like vapours, that past night drifted in.