
Inspired by “Comeback” – Ella Erye
I felt you slipping through my hands like silt.
Radiating from my skin like heat.
I thought I had you when I pounced,
but now it’s clear.
You are the forbidden fruit
my stretched arm can never reach.
You’ve never sought the warmth my hands bear,
although you say you do.
So now my head soars like a dust devil,
Into the dark skies of un-lived hours
when even the city is fast asleep.
Retracing foot prints my thoughts left scattered in their making.
Collecting pieces of emotions you made me strip.
Longing to break the instant I let my tongue slip.
j.w