STRANDS
Golden
Twisted
You dance with wild abandon upon my pillow
Your shadow grazes my neck
A trace remains ... haunting
Of where your sweet face lay with mine
The air hangs heavy
Your scent lingers still
Persephone weeps
Only silence - dark foreboding silence
And the scent of your body next to mine remains
... in the strands of my hair upon the pillow
LESIA MARUSCHAK, SAN SERVELO 2018