Requiem
On the death of a relationship
Published in
Apr 28, 2021
Light slips under the door —
voyeur,
unwelcome witness
to shifting sheets,
the pillow pressed beneath her back,
fingers circling,
circling …
till a wail rises,
breaches the surface
with a gasp.
A canoe
caught in confluence,
broadsided by desire,
she rides the waves
and cries for him.