Static waves

Your face, so soft

Feels like silky cloth

Beneath my skin-

But your eyes look dim

As they search the room quite lost,

Tossing pupils up and down

To look around these vacant bedroom walls.

Your smile falls, your laughter pauses.

You feel trapped, and I feel like a used mat

That you carelessly stepped on, the murky bottom of a pond.

In my dreams I call to the birds, whispering words about escape

From this growing hate that is spreading in-between us,

But memories of playful lust thrust themselves into my thoughts

With every setting of the sun

As I lay awake next to your slumber body, telling myself I’m done

That its time to find a fire to warm my cold hands.

I don’t understand why I stay in this closed bay

While a vast sea rests before me, why I do not flee,

why I try to find shade from the sun beneath this bare tree

when I know that in other meadows there are branches rich with leaves.

Reviews

[Tony]

"a used mat"
"the murky bottom of a pond"-- you clearly express feeling that would press a person out of a relationship and to find a fire for cold hands and "branches rich with leaves" Well stated.