Tentative fingers dive
into the layers
entangled layers rather
of years together
This smooth cleavage-like
silk scarf from Brugge
A coarse cotton
hand-loom in Bhutan
hairy, sweaty
pulsating time
the pairs of watches
never worn together
never torn apart
heartbeat?
and I tug and pull out
the soul beneath flesh
smoke grey
my favorite one
from Istanbul
and it all tumbles out
as tears, memories
bruises and scars
I am a drowning closet
spilled on a cold floor.
Excellent write... Loved the metaphors and the deep imagery. Beautiful!
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