Your fragrance remains
In high corners & cupboards
Your hairs painted into
The fabric of the walls
Filigree veins
Your very skin as dust
Sealed
Stratified
Into the place
Our home
Your finger print
Clear on the gloss painted frame
Eye lashes in the mirror corners
Your broken wine glass fragment
Beneath the fridge
With my contact lens
Staring blindly at
Each other
For recognition
Your rounded buttock curve
Sits in the leather
Of your favourite place
And your fragrance
In high corners & cupboards
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 3:19 AM UTC
Your fragrance remains
In high corners & cupboards
Your hairs painted into
The fabric of the walls
Filigree veins
Your very skin as dust
Sealed
Stratified
Into the place
Our home
Your finger print
Clear on the gloss painted frame
Eye lashes in the mirror corners
Your broken wine glass fragment
Beneath the fridge
With my contact lens
Staring blindly at
Each other
For recognition
Your rounded buttock curve
Sits in the leather
Of your favourite place
And your fragrance
In high corners & cupboards
Copyright - Paul Goring 2010- From Just A Nod
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