Skin and lace

Obscured by light,
Covered by smoke,
Fancies and overdue-sighs
Cloaked hands evoke

Stuck between two hard places,
A wall, unmoving
And another, abrading.
Confusing, abusing.

Sheet between her teeth
Hair sprawled about.
Nails digging in, deep.
Objectionable, each sound.

A lonesome tear glistened
In an unlit room
Closed eyes didn’t hinder vision,
Each instinct else consumed.

Skin and lace,
Entwined, intimate.
Like fingers, and lips,
And each sultry breath.

They came and left,
And came again.
The ticking clock rang,
All disappeared but pain.

Reflections

As she stands at the corner
Of a lake,
Ever so slightly frozen,
The stillness of the water
Resonates with a distant memory.

The building that stands in front of her
Is reflected, distorted,
In the lake that separates them.
A quiet, unmoving body,
Staring, at another.

The clamour of her thoughts
Fermenting, festering,
Rang out in the placid silence
Impregnating the stagnant,
Disconsolate lull that surrounded her.

When the pandemonium in her head
Began seeping out,
The air around her vibrated
As slowly, each tear rolled out
Every breath lingered longer.

Her heartbeat began to fill the space
Thumping, thrashing,
Lamenting for air,
Uncontrollable, without a respite,
As something broke inside of her.

She fell to her knees,
Rustling the leaves
Dry, brown, under her feet
As a ripple rose in the lake,
Brought to life by her tears.

Her agitated reflection, blurred
And grew.
As the evening fell, once again,
A quiet, unmoving body
Stared at another.

I wish

I wish I'd meant something to you;
But each day that passes 
Shows me 
That I didn't.

Not even the electric friction
That our skins conjured
Under the open sky
And the yellow light.

Not even the clandestine stairwell
That reeked of lust
Of you, of me
Of us. Oh, delight!

Did nothing mean anything?
At all?
Ever?

I wish I'd had the courage to speak;
Speak up, speak out,
Or maybe,
Just ask.

Why those half kohled eyes
Captured your attention
Amidst an ocean
Of tactile allure?

Why the restrictions faded
When the night sky fell
And the prying eye shut
And all seemed obscure?

Would you have answered?
At all?
Ever?

I wish I knew how to rid myself
Of this hold you have
Over me
Even now.

Of the miles between us,
Of the charm that penetrates them
And this unfinished business,
Unuttered.

Of the trust that we tested
And the grips of the monster
Still clutching each nerve
Unfluttered.

Can we let go?
At all?
Ever?