Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus Poet Free verse

Musk Untitled

The weight of your absence bruises my spine,

painfully, I crawl toward your last shadow,

my nose buried in your scent,

lost in your pungent musk,

Your shoes are silent,

your hair coiled against your skin caressing

tendrils of memory,

Shall I wait

or follow the trail of our lingering fire?

Shall our days yet hover,

our nights descend to grass? -  owls of Venus can’t answer nor

valleys

where once I lay in

knowing their every turn,

burning highways

piercing,  and still calling,

perhaps – a sobbing echo,

the melancholy mercy of tears,

blank windows – eyes, while I take

cruel pillows in my arms, their

silk a distant covering, a veil,

for is there speech,

sound,

the silver thread of words?

Are my ears an emptiness?

a hollow wail for owls and valleys –

 

- still not answering

 

and now my feet, my knees, my grasping hands are

silent

silent

silent

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