The window frames the damp afternoon,
Fingers fall limp,
And the blinds swing
Casting slash upon slash of light
On the adjacent wall.
Drawn forward,
Interest is directed towards stained sheets.
Misshapen pillows form to airways.
Rotating and displeased
They are disposed of.
Eyes scan for reconciliation
Pausing to guide each step.
Forced down as if to pray,
She faces nature
Boxed and filled with linens.
Wedged between two imperfections
Patient fingers expose her own reflection.
"This" penetrates her lips,
"This is for a rainy afternoon"
And she mimics the light upon her arm.
Author notes
Bring on the rain...
thanks for taking the time to read.
Written February 23rd, 2006
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Gorgeous write. Love the style on this, very unique and intriguing. I found this to be enthrawling from the start. It contained almost a majestic feel to it, very beautiful with grasping imagery. I just LOVE the way this was written, very talented. Wonderful poem, excellently executed.

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