For hours we lie

In a cramped room


Each others secrets

Thoughts made senseless

By a fevered delivery

Endless in the pursuit

Of truth


You picked up

Your mask

With your coat

Hung it casually

Like a half moon

Over your darkened face

And closed the door

I knew that I would

Never see you again

Not the you

Whose hands I’d held


My naked heart


I drank the wine

That you left

Turned the sheets down

And read for hours

The words muted

By your abiding presence

I fell asleep

Wrestling the sun,

For your

Unabridged memory


I have seen

Your face

In the promise

Of strangers

And sometimes

In passing.

You wear apology

Greetings eclipsed

By anxiety

Smiles diffuse

The distance between us

Extending for miles


I long for

Confined spaces

For words burdened

With emergency

For eyes

Burning beneath

Lowered lashes


Every time

You pass by me,

Hurried off

By a polite excuse

I promise myself

This is the last time

The very last time

I’ll entertain love again


16 thoughts on “Confined

  1. This is favourite of your’s this week. Love!
    “You picked up
    Your mask
    With your coat
    Hung it casually
    Like a half moon
    Over your darkened face”


  2. Powerful images. “I have seen your face in the promise of strainers…” wonderful poem.

    I was beautiful once
    I laughed and sang and was filled with joy
    but life found me
    and no matter how much I gave
    life always demanded more
    so all that you see
    when you look at me
    is burning rage
    and an insatiable thirst
    for revenge

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