A Visit

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is essentially a poem about loss, but it could also be about searching

Submitted: November 24, 2018

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Submitted: November 24, 2018



A Visit


She acquiesced


Unfurled her golden hair.


‘Come on,’ she sighed,

Come-hither eyes,

Stroked her thighs


With a fingernail.

She was pale

Against the night;


Glowing, translucent,

Fragile, Parian white.

Her skin fluttered


Above her heart.

‘I am your dream,’

She softly breathed,


Walked slowly along

The crisp edge of the

Dead side of the bed,


Ran the palm

Of her hand

Over long-cold sheets,


Over distant memories

That brought thoughts so sweet

To her lips


That her smile

Lingered while

She resurrected spectres


Of her own.

One day she will stay,

Because I won’t have to wake.

© Copyright 2019 Christopher Bradbury. All rights reserved.

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