Whispers reach out like hands
Totally failing to hold you still
As a picture of him naked
Pause around the gallery.
Each breathe shivering
In a moment of peace
Before the whispering
Imprints itself like footsteps,
Footsteps that slowly
Hang itself in
In a patient fury
Of a half arsed elegy.
Footsteps like the pattern
Of broken wallpaper
Covering the embarrassment
While standing on one leg
Footsteps covering
Up to your chins
Before the tutting
Leaves to a period of reflection,
As you explain it was
Only Art.
(Day 26 of napowrimo asked us to write an elegy.
This came out in response to it)
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