A Presence Enough ~ #OpenLinkNight

In my bed,

empty.

Full,

stained sheets

a ghost

lingering,

a siren

calling,

just out of sight.

In her bed,’

full.

Crisp linens,

blank canvas,

white, red artistry.

Stains in fingerstrokes

brushstrokes

lips pressed to

silk

to flesh

to purple blossoms.

On knees;

exhale.

Golden curls,

silver links,

one hand falling.

Fission.

Fusion.

Expulsion.

There’s some awesome poetry going on tonight…check it all out at dVerse Poets!

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