"ossie" poems
Leaving the room, the subtle scent
only for those, daily encounters
it is of night,
meeting a lover, darkness
perfume weighs heavy, in the air
clinging to her, silk skin,
accustomed,
clutched, pinched
pencil shape skirt, ribbon
drawing the inches,
sewn bustier, each stitch
climbing gentle curves, lace
ornamenting her *******
a drop gold pendant, swirls
teetering, cobbled streets
Blahnik, green Ossie shoes
their final destination, grand floors
Regent home, four story,
Chelsea, London
her beau Fabiano, open arms
champagne in hand.
© Sia Jane
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
8 years since you moved on
It's still so hard to believe, you're gone
I want to know how you're doing,
I want to believe you're somehow around me
The child inside me, often bangs on my heart
She always thought someday we'd restart.
Fate is such a strange thing
I don't know what you were here to teach me, if anything
Maybe it was to hold onto love even, if it's scary
Or to fall into change, I should be more daring?
I could ponder for longer, but I'll leave it at that for now.
I'll never forget you Ossie.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 9:26 AM UTC