Venus in Jimmy Choo’s

Home from work much too early

Catching up on mundane chores of life

Fresh clean bedding is laid on the bed

I recollect how we writhed around in the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets

Like wild animals in an eloborate mating dance

The scent of your shampoo still remains on your pillows

where you once lay your head

I realised how orderly everything now is

Except the thoughts that keep invading my head

There’s too much room on the dresser where a melody of colours once lived

Abundance of space now invades the wardrobe that was once ours and

Coat hangers now hang redundantly

Space in the draws where your lingerie resided

Room in the cupboards where your

Handbags and Shoes use to que, once all in order of size and height of heel

I remember how when we were preparing for a evening of pleasure

The air would would thick with your fragrance

And out of the mist my Venus in Jimmy Choo’s would appear

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