A heave of breath,
Slowly rising and falling,
A mind numbing, blood curdling,
Breast thumping cry....

This night will never end,

Like squirrel we scamper,
Trying to find cover. We fail. As always!

Our bodies,
A live canvas,
Red. Blue.
Enmeshed with
Streaks of brown and black.

Visually alive.
Spiritually dead.

of a my life
A facsimile of yours

Prompted at : Poefusion Friday 5

6 visitors stopped by.:

Michelle Johnson said...

Winnie this is an excellent try. I think this speaks volumes to many women and even some men. Well done. Have a nice night.

Nave said...

:) WOW !!

Quaintzy Patchez said...

:) beautiful

small, but speaks a lot. keep writing, im just 'roun da corner ok? :)

one more believer said...

winner, the friday five melted inbetween those lines as honey... beautiful !!

Anonymous said...

beautiful words poohi. good choice of image too i think.

Neeru said...

Lovely, sweetheart!