lost in time

 
the tables looked tired and worn
under the moth winged light
stuttering dust catching the air
your breath carelessly sucking
on a fading cigarette.
i saw it glow and die
ash, fell to its end

you watched me, watch you
picking up my hand
with nicotine fingers
paling against your dominance
red nails pressing your palm
you were a desolate 2am
i fit, into the shape of you
didn't want to leave
the morning hush

coffee cups fuelled the time we had
holding me up to the face that pulled
at my frayed past. listening to my silence
undoing me completely, in the privacy of us
you were trying to stop me from wilting
i knew that
your eyes were warmth

sun will want to rise eventually
brushing our skin
when we step into its rays
but for now, in this unatural light
leaning into the fold of your arms
clutching the fabric holding your secrets

AnitaMagdalena poetry 26/07/2015