After Glow - Poem by Andy Brookes
looking out the window the sun bleeds,
hemorrhaging into purple bruised skies,
dying in their rigid folds.
the bed sheets lie tangled
cooling from our love making,
leaving an impressions in the pillow
erased in a instant, the memory lost.
clothes lie in mute testament,
scattered in the haste of our desire.
the rain sits on the horizon
ready to sluice the dry streets
of Summer dust
and the echos of our passion,
washing it away into the fugitive night.
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