Shahla Latifi

Troubled Midnights

As the night breathes,

l inhale the gasp of air

 

Bruised by the past

I clasp my hands to the weave of moonlight with a surprise

 

My hair over the pillow

My heart full of fear

With faithful resentment in my eyes

I find refuge in troubled midnights

 

As the night grows

His touch

His laughter

The force of his body on mine

Compels my imagination

 

But sometimes

Many nights and many hours

I remember a slice of the moon

stealthily borrows my sorrows

 

 Then

Along the trampled edges of my mind

The dark weaves of past

Vanishes alongside the layers of the night

 

Shahla Latifi

October 31st, 2018

 

 

Comments2

  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Beautifully written, Shahla. I like the originality and crispness of the poem.

    You've expressed the lost love narrative nicely.

    Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  • Shahla Latifi

    Thank you, Tamara, for reading and complimenting this poem.



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