It's Still Life...
Rough koi in oils
crimson speckled
liquid light-
swimming past
my northern wall
tucks me into bed at night
Velvet seas
plumped goose feathers
prickled ends-
Every pillow
trimmed in satin
hoping we could make amends...
Hammered copper bowls
green in skin
sleeping sound-
In the dark
I hear you weeping
Now I know you're still around
Calloused fingers
braille to read me
eyeless sight-
Atmosphere
we caused, created
tucks me into bed at night...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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