Friday, December 14, 2012

a life alone ...



a life alone ...

In the tumble of sleep
she remembers
something vague
a tattoo along a sinewy forearm
a scent of summer
from a distant land
a voice low and gentle
a sudden thrust
and a calm collapse 
over her willingly pinned body
And in that memory
her breath hesitates
stops and then
catches fire in her breasts
until her lips explode
in a sudden release
of stale air pushing
memory away from desire
and desire away from longing
until in an unconscious gasp
she wakes to breathe in the fresh certainty
of a life alone


Copyright © Kennedy James, 2012. All rights reserved.

Posted by Kennedy James at 7:26 AM

2 comments:

  1. Lia StormDecember 14, 2012 at 11:58 AM

    This felt heartbreaking to me :-(

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  2. AnonymousDecember 15, 2012 at 7:48 AM

    I am constantly amazed when a man writes about the emotions of a woman. It can't be an easy task, yet you do it beautifully.

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