Morning painfully bare.
I did not see you anywhere.
A mouthful of cold tea,
The still-warm cup.
Fingering the pillow folds
Left
To repeat your shades, your ovals,
Treasured in blankets
The scarlet of your last-night's dress.
Still soporose, still spent,
I inhale its disembodies secrets.
Your scent, our cigarettes and sweat
Intoxicated
Threw the window open wide.
Grey.
Faint trace of warmth
And of you
Not
There.
A dress
© Copyright: Егор Лановенко, 2009
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