Love is leaving now
Gingerly collecting kisses
from my eyes
embroidered in dreams
Discretely dusting the small
of my back
for stray fingerprints
Carefully smoothing away
the creases from
last-night's sleep
Extracting whispered words
frozen in the cool night air
nestled in my unwitting ears
Gently rousing her stockings
her dress, her scarf
curled like felines
on the moonlit floor
she smiles sweetly
at the exiles
of the shuttered cinemas
serenades the late night
revelers engaged in indiscretions
as she hails a taxi home
No note
on the fridge
no message
on the phone
like smoke
from a cigarette
Love is gone
The hollowness of that last verse is esp. poignant.
ReplyDelete*blows nose copiously*
ReplyDeleteWell done