Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Writing Prompt #167 “Collage Special Edition”
“Yves says, ‘[t]oday’s collage was created by Laura Bloomsbury be sure to stop by her blog!’”
I am tired, I am weary.
leaden with knowledge
that your arms will no longer
wrap themselves around my waist,
chin on shoulder, breathing lust into my ear.
that we will never lay together, sweaty, spent,
exhausted, exhilarated as the touch of your
gentle finger arouses me again.
you are wooden, like the the city square statue
I am the boats in the harbour,
straining against the mooring rope and anchor
your words sting like a swarm of bees
the resulting welts add to your disgust.
what sort of creatures have we become
that when you stray not from your side
of a former communal bed
what sort of monster do you dream
sleeps beside you now?
a nightmarish thing
to be avoided
cradled in your
you would vow
forever we would be
this close in body,
do you ever
dream that dream,
or is that
now your nightmare?