Work in Progress : Poetry : After The Affair

After The Affair
d. steine


It is morning
The sun is out
Warm, soft, supple--

--like her lips…

Everything flurries
Memory becomes a book
Pages leafed over
To the beginning

Everything becomes
A snapshot
Freeze frame
One memory
After another
Unfolding
In slow motion

In full color
In total silence

Noon
It is hot
As slivering tongues
And eager fingers
Follow the rhythm
Of a song as old
As the first mortals

Rain falls
In the afternoon
And away from prying eyes,
Cold clean tears,
Bodies retreat to shelter
Seeking heat
In corners
Below rooftops
Between pillows
Twirled arms and legs

Light falls

Until everything
Falls
To the deep of sleep
To the silence
Of dreams
Or unspoken
Farewells

It is
Mourning

The sun is out
Warm, soft, supple--

--like her lips…

Like her lips.