Illusory

each morning
his waking shakes him
from fitful sleep

he reaches out
across the bed
the morning light

b l i n d i n g

his illusion vaporises
the space beside him
E M P T Y

the wind washes away
the ghost of his
i n f a t u a t i o n

and the scent of her skin
faint and fleeting
f a d i n g

the sun bleaches her face
etched during the night
on the bed clothes...




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by Frederick Kesner

Comments (5)

Very cohesive in its delivery. A subconscious brought to life. Like it!
Wow. This one is amazing. You capture a moment in time brilliantly.
An enjoyable piece; nice write!
The hauntingly beautiful 'I llusory'what a fine way with words here,10 from me Just Brilliant Love Duncan
And his woman of his dreams lays by his side no more. I dream them next to me at times too. Good one.