[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
left in the waterless vase
until they turned brittle brown,
became bare dry sticks;
leaves fallen, petals long lost.
Flowers in memory only.
why I bought them for you,
or the single one you picked
to wear in your wet hair,
as you stood, naked and fresh,
soap-perfumed from your bath.
You knew you had the power
and I had this desire
to kneel between your legs
and give my thanks
to you and your nudity.
pulling me even closer still
as you fell backwards
into my favourite armchair.
naked and laughing,
as the flower fell
from your wet hair.
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