Sunday, July 28, 2013

bedrooms (ii)

Perfume often
Lingers even on raining days,  especially on rainy days
And the sight of books
Stacked read and.unread leaves
The world tightly constrained between brackets
Of non-forgiveness

Central a well of  burnt matches
The juxtaposition of
Our love making
Not able to withstand the
Cold chill

I have new shoes
boxed aside an empty chair
as the seating of thought
Has left nothing
Exposed as light, not you, not me, not love
Not reason
To remember seasons

Novels say it should
be otherwise
But it never

copyrighted 2013

1 comment:

  1. No it never is, and that is why we know for sure....and remember seasons and perfume on rainy days filled with memory of you in new shoes. Lovely piece.