They said he had a silver tongue, but his golden words were honey for her heartache. The sweet balm took the burn away and this once, just this once, the words did not fade with time but lived on in truth and in the actions he delivered.
silver
An ex-lover, later, left me this
I experiment on you when you are sleeping. Gently I squeeze your earlobe. Your breath does not speed or falter. Rise. Fall.
Finger-soft I stroke the almost hair on the nape of your neck. Your shoulders twitch and settle. Relax now.
My hand rests on the curve of your stomach. Slowly I reach through your skin and up, behind your ribs. My fingers find your soul and, softly again, I fold over a silver corner. The edges blacken and stick. You will never know why you feel tarnished on days the sun shines.
simonsalento 