03-29-2010, 01:36 PM
The gesture
of staring
kept my toes
stuck on bed.
You lay beside
me, an old drunk,
like a wine flask
spilled on white drapes.
We were a cocktail
of wine, sweat and drool,
we reeked the twilight
like unflushed toilet.
It was your gesture
of turning away
that told me, the space
between us
was as far
as daybreak.
(This is me attempting to write in closed form. I'm not sure with this one either.)
of staring
kept my toes
stuck on bed.
You lay beside
me, an old drunk,
like a wine flask
spilled on white drapes.
We were a cocktail
of wine, sweat and drool,
we reeked the twilight
like unflushed toilet.
It was your gesture
of turning away
that told me, the space
between us
was as far
as daybreak.
(This is me attempting to write in closed form. I'm not sure with this one either.)