CIRCA 1922
Touching.
Almost but not
quite.
They lie together
exactly 6 centimetres apart
if one were to measure
such a distance
but a universe apart
in terms of the heart.
They have just made love
or rather - had ***
Now he snores.
She is unable to sleep.
She stays awake to see
the dawn enter the tiny room
gild ordinary objects
with a sunlight so golden
even a comb, a brush
a chair
become as wondrous
as objects in a Pharaoh's tomb.
And only does sleep
finally takes her prisoner
standing on the threshold
of a dream
she sees some
future archaeologist
unearth the golden comb
brush...chair...
the thoughts in her
head
her feelings
behind glass
in some museum
of the mind
"Despair"
circa 1922.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
CIRCA 1922
Touching.
Almost but not
quite.
They lie together
exactly 6 centimetres apart
if one were to measure
such a distance
but a universe apart
in terms of the heart.
They have just made love
or rather - had ***
Now he snores.
She is unable to sleep.
She stays awake to see
the dawn enter the tiny room
gild ordinary objects
with a sunlight so golden
even a comb, a brush
a chair
become as wondrous
as objects in a Pharaoh's tomb.
And only does sleep
finally takes her prisoner
standing on the threshold
of a dream
she sees some
future archaeologist
unearth the golden comb
brush...chair...
the thoughts in her
head
her feelings
behind glass
in some museum
of the mind
"Despair"
circa 1922.
