Saturday, January 28, 2017

Nails # 57 Claine Keily

When I helped him
off with his coat
I could smell
winter under the
scent of limes
see the tags inside
glossy against the
thick black thread
rich with well known names
and see that there was even
a dying leaf
threaded into his
front pocket

Then he raked
my neck
with the ends of his
smooth fingers
as though I
were a painting
bought in an
expensive gallery
brought home to nail



3 comments:

  1. lovely! it's like a movie scene, there is a filmmaker inside you Claine!

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    1. I do make films Beatrice. It was my primary subject when I studied at Sydney College of the Arts many years ago!

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