Wednesday, December 02, 2009
December again.
An occasional musing just to say that I quit my job and went back to being a student. Insanity really, but it seemed the right time.
I'm really going to post writing here I think. As no one else reads it, it's a good almost public sort of forum.
A step towards self publishing if you like. Not rubbish though, I hope.
Here goes...this one is for a girl I once knew. Though never knew...
A Delicate Sense of Beauty
Your sweet perfume still hangs in the air.
I inhale deeply, hoping to breathe you back to my side.
I swear that I can still make out your impression in the bed,
a delicate sense of beauty playing in space that you erected.
My tongue is still steadfastly unable to say words to make you stay:
and, in any case, you're gone anyway.
Your warm ghost smiles in a knowing way as I close my eyes
and relive the kiss that ran so laughingly away.
These memories of you clamour for affection:
the dream of the texture of your soft hair clings to me,
but my mind can't fool me that you remain
and I'm back with just this empty room to comfort and contain.
