Wednesday, March 05, 2008
because it's wednesday already
Dear heart,
a poem about last night:
It's easiest to slip into slumber
when any part of you is gently touching and
subtly warming my body
chilled by the breath of your half open window.
You know I am wearing
your white long sleeves, your gray sweat pants,
and my secret smile hidden underneath my closed eyes
that you uncover when you brush my hair away.
Although my temperature is climbing treetops,
I still press myself against you
starting forest fires between us
igniting tiny explosions from our fingertips.
You caress the space between my brows
so i can fall asleep and let loose
the soft, feminine snoring that you prefer
over my deep bellowing ones.
Suddenly I feel roots growing beneath me
penetrating deep into the mattress
preventing me from leaving
where I abandon any hope to act responsibly.
You clockless room hardly whispers
how late I am as time sprints to 1:30 am
leaving me behind in the dust
because I just wish for everything to stand still.
Please pry me loose from your clutches
and escort me back
to the reality I was vacationing from.
a poem about last night:
It's easiest to slip into slumber
when any part of you is gently touching and
subtly warming my body
chilled by the breath of your half open window.
You know I am wearing
your white long sleeves, your gray sweat pants,
and my secret smile hidden underneath my closed eyes
that you uncover when you brush my hair away.
Although my temperature is climbing treetops,
I still press myself against you
starting forest fires between us
igniting tiny explosions from our fingertips.
You caress the space between my brows
so i can fall asleep and let loose
the soft, feminine snoring that you prefer
over my deep bellowing ones.
Suddenly I feel roots growing beneath me
penetrating deep into the mattress
preventing me from leaving
where I abandon any hope to act responsibly.
You clockless room hardly whispers
how late I am as time sprints to 1:30 am
leaving me behind in the dust
because I just wish for everything to stand still.
Please pry me loose from your clutches
and escort me back
to the reality I was vacationing from.
this heart of mine was broken at 11:02:00 PM
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