poems | allegra osati

poem one hundred and thirteen.

coffee glazes his tongue the sweet forgiveness of morning for the promises of midnight

a yellow tinge seeps into her skin as morning light bathes nearby warming the wood her toes once tread

a lilting melody pierces the veil between souls damned to brush their loving touch through its unforgiving fibers

silence predicated upon understanding she screams the taste of midnight air on her tongue

the house is screaming it sings in the shower it whistles in the summer when the cool wind blows rustling through the rafters we dance to the tune

the mist swirls clicks swollen flesh rots on a distant shore