Betrayal (double shadorma)

She listened closely
to his words,
his yearnings.
She touched his arm, her
fingers lingering

as she leaned toward him.
Jasmine scent
sent shivers.
He became a betrayer.
Which one felt more guilt?

 

Written for Poetic Bloomings

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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