Between the murmurs, rain, and moonlight
The murmur of my heart is strong tonight,
I feel its intensity in my gut,
As the tips of my fingers gently rest on my left oblique,
My palm rises up and down with each breath.
I curse at the moonlight on the ceiling,
At the stars that peer in my window, mocking me for lying alone.
Content, that they have a place.
My lips curl down somewhat,
One small tear makes a path down my right cheekbone,
It becomes tangled up in my side burn.
As if it was lost in another’s embrace.
It feels warm at first,
Then it just becomes cold, dried up.
I listen to the rain and,
Spinning blades of a fan crying and mimicking wind.
It is not you, whispering goodnight.
It is not you, with your paunch, telling me you love me.
Between the murmurs, rain, and moonlight,
I remember that this skin is still soft and,
My heart is still solid.
And that there is nothing more clear, than a teardrop in a side burn.
Alphabet Soup Minuscule 
sensitive and touching – and hope for all of us with a paunch 🙂
Thank you, nothing like a good sexy paunch :))
now that gave me a belly laugh 🙂
Hehe 🙂
Gorgeously sad.
I was wondering this morning if you were still writing. What a great piece to return with.
I am still writing. Mostly bad short stories that are unread. Give me a shout if you are interested in reading–I can shoot one your way 🙂
Go for it. sinbadsailors at gmail dot com
I need to get back into the writing groove but I’m struggling for inspiration. Or I’m just lazy. Maybe both 🙂
I so hear you there. Maybe you just need a good muse??
Maybe 🙂