Half arsed elegy (Day 26)

Whispers reach out like hands
Totally failing to hold you still
As a picture of him naked
Pause around the gallery.

Each breathe shivering

In a moment of peace

Before the whispering

Imprints itself like footsteps,

Footsteps that slowly

Hang itself in

In a patient fury

Of a half arsed elegy.

Footsteps like the pattern

Of broken wallpaper

Covering the embarrassment

While standing on one leg

Footsteps covering

Up to your chins

Before the tutting

Leaves to a period of reflection,

As you explain it was

Only Art.

(Day 26 of napowrimo asked us to write an elegy.

This came out in response to it)