I close my eyes
And you’re still there
you washed your hair
whilst the pots
and the pans
you left in your shower
clamoured for water
in calming tones.
padding feet
careful tread
A dancer? Maybe…
And I watched from
the ribbon of hall light
as you
wrung out your inhibitions
cleansed a small torment or two
Somewhere I hear a piano
your eyes found mine
and for a second I loved you
for a second there was but that second
and nothing, nothing more.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
I close my eyes
And you’re still there
you washed your hair
whilst the pots
and the pans
you left in your shower
clamoured for water
in calming tones.
padding feet
careful tread
A dancer? Maybe…
And I watched from
the ribbon of hall light
as you
wrung out your inhibitions
cleansed a small torment or two
Somewhere I hear a piano
your eyes found mine
and for a second I loved you
for a second there was but that second
and nothing, nothing more.
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