Saturday, February 07, 2009

after


the air feels cooler drier
fits it's form to mine
the white walls flatten
sharpen the edges of the
room




can't hear my breath anymore
don't feel your breath


after


the air feels cold
i turn away from the edges
pulling the quilt over my legs
smoothing out your shape.

2 comments:

lisahgolden said...

I like it, Sherry. I know it's a rough draft, but I like it very much. It sets my mind to wondering after what?

Sherry Pasquarello said...

i'm glad you like it. i like poems that allow the reader to personalize or wonder about and weave their own vision to suit. so, i tend to write my pieces that way.

a lot of my work can be seen as male or female, gay or straight. i like that and i try to work that way whenever possible.