POETRY

The Harbored of Love

Free Verse poem

Photo by Yohann LIBOT on Unsplash

I enter the bedroom, so exhausted from living
and see you lying there, ebony strands on ivory,
your comforter-encased body clinched around my pillow

If only I could tell you the haunts that keep me from you
I tremble as I sit upon a corner of the bed, fear crawls in,
leers back and…