I woke, awkwardly <br />in the dim light of morning <br />to find the world hushed in newborn snow. <br /> <br />A crucifix slaps against <br />the nakedness of my neck, <br />droplets of water blur my vision- <br />streaking over and down my fleshy-pink skin, <br />this is the way I bear my sins, <br />bear my sins, <br />bear my... <br /> <br />I look through the steam <br />circling the air, to my bra <br />laying limp on the floor- <br />how strange it is now, <br />so powerless, <br />so small and insignificant. <br />Mere hours ago it waved patriotically <br />from your bed-post, boldly <br />declaring its freedom from me. <br />Like devoted soldiers we saluted it <br />with passionate pride dripping <br />from our all-American existence- <br /> <br />Yet, now, it is just as I am: <br />weak, <br />powerless, <br />insignificant- <br />Lying limp and naked against the duty of another day. <br /> <br />The madness of my soul, the selfish betrayal <br />as though I am the same as the sun <br />who leaves the dawn to lie like a whore with the twilight. <br /> <br />An affair to remember, I suppose- <br />lovers to be envied, <br />lilies in-spite of themselves. <br /> <br />No matter now, I can brush my teeth; <br />remove the taste of your tongue from my mouth- <br />gagging, I can still small your cologne on my skin. <br />I can never rinse your fingers from my hair nor erase, <br />what my flesh remembers of each time <br />you moaned and sighed. <br />The morning after erratic encounters and <br />the mascara clings beneath my dulled eyes.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-erratic-encounters/
