Protected: Proof of Life
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Stillborn fantasies
without an obituary
in dignified ink
linger below the surface
awaiting a stern goodbye
One glass of heady wine.
High enough to giggle
but not enough to sway me
working my way through the
corridor as you led me to my room
the perfect gentleman in
a navy blue pullover and an
earnest handkerchief
to retire for the night
after the day’s trite meetings
You were married, I was engaged
or was it you engaged and I married ?
Such a blur of banalities.
We were neither to each other anyway.
Every fibre within me wanting
you undressing I lay in bed throwing off
covers too hot despite the January snow
outside I remember leaving the door
ajar. Just a polite little bit.
Invitation.Plea.Seduction.
I lay awake for hours or minutes
but you never came
I wondered if you had left your door open and
were waiting within your own
cage of exquisite torture
Was it a game? Did we lose?
In the morning you laughed
over black coffee and pain au chocolate
telling me that I had forgotten to latch my door
and studying my face intently while pretending
to be amused reading
my intentions and finding
belittling indifference. I sneered
inwardly at your cowardice.
Early the next morning we shared
a taxi to the airport. As the doors slammed shut
we each sat silent in our seats pretending to be
groggy as the radio mocked us with
Goodbye my lover.
Orange flames quell cries
within lungs a beast slyly
sucked the life out of