I awoke to silhouettes of images long suppressed
Those which rose from their internment within grey depths
Flickered with hesitance as from draft blown oil lamps
Wound round with broken elements of sad irrelevance
A bathroom strewn with her damp towels and brushes
The muddled aromas of jasmine and wretching assaulted us
Long hair held back by my then firm hands during gasping
That came between her bouts of drink fuelled choking
Tear stained cheeks and serial sorry's during her guilty glances
At a man she then barely knew who tried to overwrite
Jaundiced views of men gained from events afore that night
Shaking from exhaustion as dryness came to end that spell
Face bathed with flannel and water to freshen her well
Seeing her safely settled on the sofa in adjacent room
Window allowing a glimpse of near full moon
That seemed to drift though it could but be the clouds
Saying are you ok now as she still moaned aloud
Bowl placed within reach of outflung arm
Saying I'll be off then you'll be safe from harm
Wondering what was the event that lead to that excess
Feeling slightly guilty at leaving such a ghastly mess

(c) Rhumour
May 11th 2009

Dave Dunn aka Rhumour

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