
Relaxed, I lie back
Your voice echoes softly
And I sink into reverie
Contrasts. Hanging strands
I am drifting…
Over the edge, sliding
Sticky, syrup mouth
Your words trapped
Into slow motion
I look around the room
Bright shadows lean
Across your arms and legs
Words are speckled dust
Suspended in the light
Then gently falling.
I return
Remember I’m with you
Listening again
But I will never know
Where you were
What you said
I forget the moment.
And still…still……still……..
You are warm beside me
© Christopher
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As ever Chris your extreme sensitivity shines out. Your words more like musical notes every time …
Comment by David Mitchell on 28 May, 2025 at 7:44 amLove the part about words suspended in the light. Has an achingly familiar feel to it.
Comment by Marc Hurwitz on 19 June, 2025 at 2:34 pm