sleeping endymion ~

i write when you leave,
curled up against
french blue silk
paper & pen
long hand
in a leather bound book ~
... purging in
a delicate slant of
black flow against
ecru hued pages,
sometimes for hours
while you sleep
beside someone else ...
silent tears are worse
than vocal sobs
that threaten to
swell behind my lips
& press into
the silence of
the room ~
... how pitiful i become,
мой волк,
i'm foolish enough
to love
& there's a cooling,
coffee coloured ring
staining the bookshelf,
a forgotten cigarette
lazily burning down
[the only way i
keep track of time]
& i stay there,
beneath the cream chenille,
despite the cold...
... i stay, because
i don't want to be
Written by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
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