What's Left

By Narcissa

Sheets twist
As I turn
Seeking friction
for my cold feet
Disturbing him

His leg tucks mine between his
My sole settles
The right one

Though
What's left
Shivers

His hand draws circles on my back
Comforting
Warming with a right hand
His breath coats me
And with the right words
I'll sweat like a southern summer

Though
What's left
Shivers

What's left
Can't be thawed
Completely

Yet
What's left from right
Can't be wrong

What's right
is
what's left
of you

Is me

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Published on Tuesday, December 16, 2008. Filed under: "Poetry"

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Comments on "What's Left"

On Tuesday, December 12, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

anessa once called this reminiscent of e.e.cummings... i have to echo that sentiment.
On Tuesday, July 7, 2009, surething (51) wrote:

very alluring writing here, the syntax here makes you want to read this over again. Your descriptions of the actions in this poem were well done, you have a novel-esque flair to this. I really enjoyed it
On Thursday, December 18, 2008, Leith Plunkett (237) wrote:

Said already but awesome word play. Still confused :-) but i like it. Awesome piece
A former member wrote: cummings.ish...thethoughts were word.trickery and circular; enticing and reticent. .. . well done.+ness
On Tuesday, December 16, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (357) wrote:

As Nikes said, this wordplay was amazing, you never cease to improve. I think this is a piece I'll be coming back to.
A former member wrote: Good thing im ampidextrus,..read this with both hands,..coded in biology and finding the code in the one that we seek...you couldnt have finished this better...it was just right,..or was that left....beautiful.
On Tuesday, December 16, 2008, NikesRain (1240) wrote:

outstanding word play... it entices many thoughts to the surface and emotions to waltz slowly and quietly... well done