The Mourning After – a Pantoum

An illusion of intimacy
Slashes of light on sullied sheets
Held in a steel octopus embrace
Shallow breaths of poisoned air

Slashes of light on sullied sheets
Waiting silently in Pandora’s box
Shallow breaths of poisoned air
Leaden hands can’t reach the keys

Waiting silently in Pandora’s box
Perfumed bodies scent the room
Leaden hands can’t reach the keys
Coarse exhales like rusted blades across skin

Perfumed bodies scent the room
Voices vibrate through the walls
Coarse exhales like rusted blades across skin
Eyelashes threaten with every twitch

Voices vibrate through the walls
Anticipation rises and falls with the chest
Eyelashes threaten with every twitch
Evidence discarded carelessly on the damp floor

Anticipation rises and falls with the chest
Held in a steel octopus embrace
Evidence discarded carelessly on the damp floor
An illusion of intimacy

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