Dust Devil

Your scent

Is sewn

Into the fabric

Of the dirty sheets.

Inhale,

You're nearly here

Alive in all your breathless

Bursts of glory exploding

Leaving lonely hours

Tangled in the languid folds,

Your presence

Heavy in

Its absence.

Outside,

A dusty funnel spins

Across the plain,

A sinful ghost

Now staggering away

Without a promise

Or regret.

- 7/7/25