Concrete emotions honed
un-toned body making sounds
of pleasure, lost at sea
drowning yet serene
Work, a means to an end
not my un-doing, I choose
this life, chosen now and not before
forceful reminder’s
solidified
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I know this place, familiar
un-tamed yet calm, numb
yet seductive
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A green duvet and me
blue
Eeyore pyjamas missing a button
a gaping hole my solar plexus
books scattered
carpeted
the bed and the floor
three phones waiting
a clock ticking
a red candelabra
standing tall
white scented candles
mirrors and paintings
reflected image incomplete
a red slip
pillows
a thick winter coat, disembodied
folded towels
soft toys and clothes, strewn
careless
tissues not too far away
the bedside table ready
slatted curtains not really curtains at all
shafts of light
penetrating
my wheat-bag purple and warm
comforting
Klimts Women is wide open
to ‘The Kiss’
at the foot of my bed
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