A Mackeral Sky
The taxi is waitingas early dawn filters through,
I take the cup and rinse,
run my finger along the surface
hoping that my fingerprint
will be imprinted on your mind
forever and a day and maybe more.
I won't be back here for a while
and as you sleep, the effects of wine
still staining in your mind
I'll slip gently through the door,
careful that the dawn breeze
will not ruffle at the blinds
so when you open up your eyes
a few hours from now
You'll carry a picture of me
laughing as we cried last night,
the moon was high
as emotions taut
the kite is cut at last my dear.
I've left the scarf, its silken tears
still binding me to you
as when I close that door
it will raise and rise
then slide inexorably to rest
in the epitaph of us.
The taxi is waiting
dawn is breaking
I leave an indelible mark
that is only visible to us.
Slumber Prince of words
sweet dreams, all those
inebriated promises
were just fish scales in the sky.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-07-24 at 12:59
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