Jul 2016
Then you said something about
how this shouldn’t
couldn’t happen again
picking your shorts
off the floor
squirming your legs into them
like milky straws
me in bed
your reflection in the mirror
one hand in your hair
strands hurled
back and forth
as if throwing last night
out of your head
red streams in your eyes
stains on the table
and I’m static but inside
all over the place
how this shouldn’t
couldn’t happen again
picking your shorts
off the floor
squirming your legs into them
like milky straws
me in bed
your reflection in the mirror
one hand in your hair
strands hurled
back and forth
as if throwing last night
out of your head
red streams in your eyes
stains on the table
and I’m static but inside
all over the place
Written: July 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, not based on real events. Could be better. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, not based on real events. Could be better. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
