Creased Linens by Michelle Tudor

Sunlight dances across your eyelashes,
and I’m helpless. The (unmade) bed harbours your
dulcet moans.

Outside plum blossoms wilt,
and chorus birds wail. You’re
a dreamscape, a vibrant neon-hub of melody and
I’m saturated in desperation.

(& perspiration)

Tangled fingers and hair like
the savage depths of autumn.


Michelle is a writer from England whose work has been published online (Asian Cha, Literati Magazine, Tsuki Magazine) and in two print anthologies (Tell Us A Tale and Inspired by My Museum). You can find more of her writing at her blog.