Tumbleweed

after…

laying there
in the sound of your breathing
looking up at the damp stains
in the ceiling

to where bluebottle carcasses
dangle in webs;
exclamations
above long protracted

pauses. Yet everytime
I tried to speak
in crept
the moment stealers.

©2008 P.A.Levy
First published 2008 Opium - moved 2009 Asphodel Madness