Amidst the gray,
frothing swirls of soap,
A month’s worth of love-residue
Lifts
from the purple duvet.
The fabric darkens
to a near black and each spilt
drink turns bright and ichorous
Again
for just a moment.
Drops of dark winter
beer fall like meteoroids among
the printed yellow stars of my blue
space-themed
sheets, streams of sparkling
white wine like comet tails lose
themselves twisting and curving
Beneath
our animal limbs.
We never drank much
outside the bed,
Did we?
If I’m being honest, I never
drank much at all
without you.
There was the mouthful of
scalding raspberry tea which escaped
the too-full mug in my hands, and soaked
through
your jeans, into the mattress beneath.
You took in a deep breath of
pain and I fussed over you, guilty
until you said a kiss might just fix you.
Soon
the tea and wet kisses mixed
like a pink virgin cocktail with our
pleasure’s evidence weeping down my legs.
That night,
love spiraled off our bodies in a raspberry steam.
You’d expect the bed to
smell of stale, musty libations,
Old lust yearning to live forever. But
tenderness
Invariably, was the only one I could pick out.
Near the end, the scent of
rain from the open window whirled
Through our dirty hair, encouraging the oils
to settle
upon the pillows.
The too hot nights
Forced sweat to bead across
your chest and my back, to the
point
where each time I was alone,
laying on that line of musk, my
face buried in the torn pillowcase, it
still felt
as if we were together.
But now alone indefinitely,
The bed is simply
soiled.
I think of how our lime-damp fingers
softly burned against each
other’s skin
as the too-strong gin and tonics
drooled from our
Lips.
I want to stare
through the glass until
the load finishes, but instead
I cringe
away from the
gray suds of devotion.
Rolling and thrashing in the
washing machine, they
swirl into the tap,
unseen.
About the Creator
Rae Solace
An amateur in all regards except taste. Fiction writer, poet, jewelry-maker, craft-maker, painter.
English Creative Writing BA.
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