General Poetry posted February 9, 2024

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by Jessica Wheeler

From attention's center,
you command the room.

I rest in the hammock
of your palm,
as it sways suspended
over a steep canyon.
In comfort, on edge,
at the mercy of your grip,
clenching and releasing
on a whim.

Wrapped in cashmere,
soft, yet thin,
I shiver in the hush
of muted whispers.
My eyes drawn
to the sting
of your cold, bent air.

I am chained
to your sentence ellipses.
Succumbing to the anchor
of your shadowed company,
I dangle by a thread
of missing words.
Still hung up
on the presence
in a vacant chair.

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