I did not touch yesterday, like I say I did.
My fingerprints are missing.
I lost them on a glass man,
wrapped my hands around
his whiskey sour, like I shouldn’t have.
He mingled with fire over
victory, like a beast gnawing
on my shoulder
I looked over his shadow like I owned him,
but daylight quickly ended, now
here I am. Fingertips dripping
off frozen glass,
as miserable as I planned it,
and here I still sit,
alone and empty-handed.
I really liked this very much. Reminded me of what female Leonard Cohen song would be like. >KB
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Another hit! Fantastic! Thank you!!!
Hey there Maggie Mae – love the very strong images here. Very visual.
Love this ❤
lovely imagery, as always, superbly written
Boom! Wow…I love this, Maggie!!! 🙂
What can I say? Simply beautiful and moving poem. Thank you.
Love it. The quick fire of defeat.
I’m always in love with your poetry. It always strikes deep in my emotions.