Unwound/After she changed

by TheEndOfTimes

Unwound,

Sedate swans mute digesting lunch

the weight lifted out from beneath their feet.

Oak boards rest cut in iron shoes and work seems

a long way away.

After she changed

and the curtain was pushed aside,

perfume lingered still.

The clothes she cast off,

not quite right for her body,

hung to one side.

Stepping in to retrieve the hangers

 I dance with her absent form.

A scented neck I never saw kissing itself against my startled lips.