Afterglow

Written for The Mag #291

Photograph: Daniel Murtagh

Photograph: Daniel Murtagh

Scooping my hands together
to hold in your warmth.
You scent my sheets.
Your indent on my pillow
is like a sculpture
that I wish I could cast
in stone. Every time
you leave, I am in sweet
agony.

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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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10 Responses to Afterglow

  1. Candy says:

    this is heart wrenching

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  2. whimsygizmo says:

    This line is just gorgeous:
    “Your indent on my pillow
    is like a sculpture
    that I wish I could cast
    in stone.”

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  3. Yes, agreeing, yes. Just beautiful.

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  4. Jae Rose says:

    That is a might fine afterglow – I think you plunged me into that picture and wrung every emotion out so tightly as her hands (but in a good way of course!)

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  5. You captured it perfectly. Lovely.

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