CARPET BURNS TIMES FIVE

Faint smell,
lingering on my fingers
is a constant reminder
of
those flawless hugs,
tongue-tied sentences
and
over-exposed film
that you used
on me
the night before.
It was black-cat-dark
and so softly purring
when
I came
(to you),
like a moon-child chasing paper
as I tried to stay
untraced
under your skin,
leaving you guilt and memory free
of us,
except I failed
and left
long black hair
scattered on your floor
while
every single carpet burn
now
means
that you cannot forget me.

Try?

– Chatty Owl –

39 Replies to “CARPET BURNS TIMES FIVE”

    1. Thanks so much! All your kind compliments mean a lot to me, much appreciated. Im glad you thought my words were worthy reading!

  1. This is beautiful, Chatty! So vividly conveyed in simple but heartbreakingly emotionally drenched words. Your work always inspire me!

    1. Thats what i always long to hear – others being inspired.. Thanks! And it means a lot to me to see you in my playground ๐Ÿ˜‰

    2. And I thank you for the insperment (see now I’m making up words)! Plus, I love being in your playground! Your poems are darkly tantalizing and utterly robust with emotion everything I love in poetry!

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