Tuesday 12 February 2013

My Poetry: A Sullied Friend's Smile

A Sullied Friend’s Smile


This morning
we’ve woken together
in silence, again,
your wet lips
the shade of apple blossom,
frame a smile
so elaborate
and hard to read
my only hope is Braille,
but your teeth are bared
in hunger or desire,
and your eyes
show no sign of shame
like you've forgotten
your cheating games
when you dealt from the bottom
of an old deck of cards
missing the jack and the hearts.
Now you pat
around the kitchen
like a cat
pawing a mouse
exerting miniature deaths
with each calculated syllable.
Your half-drunk cup
rests on your lap
as you ignore the bruises
you punched
on the side of my heart.
Oh your elaborate smile
leaves me helpless;
Defenceless;
Breathless;
A mess….

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