Phantom

copyright, 2014 SnappingTwig

This sparks the fire on my opal tongue

There’s a scar where you kissed me last

Yesterday your religion was evacuated

I felt my body empty

I felt the engine burn up

You said, I sound like friction’s smoke

Two sticks becoming ash

Isn’t death just how you imagined?

When I close my eyes the new hands part my thighs

In winter numb is as easy as…

I open every door of this house

Let in the quiet wake of your fingers, love

If I freeze in this moment

inside me is all I remember of you

 

Poem & Image Credit: NET ©2014


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