whispers ...

whispers ... i've painted over the whispers of love that you left indiscreetly on the walls of the bedroom brushed over all the purrs and hums and denouements that wound us into the single cocoon of the secret sexual life we shared a life entwined by the ribbons of deepest departures and the cruellest dares ... i think you would like the colour a mustard yellow gone orange blended something like a sunset irreconcilable in its determination to end the crispest blues of daylight and now that i've finished i can't help but wonder how easily the dark night eclipses all the colours of my life when i remember asking you to stay and watching you walk away without so much as  a single whisper  Copyright © Kennedy James, 2013. All rights reserved.