Monday, March 30, 2009

a couple

3am
I am still awake
trapped in twisted veils of dark
a quiet hostage

beneath
under my closed eyes
I am naked to the night
dreams brushed on my skin
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  1. AnonymousApril 3, 2009 at 3:29 PM

    My perimenopausal brain would have written the poem as such...

    I am still awake
    trapped in twisted cotton sheets
    hostage to the heat

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