Thursday, April 14, 2005

pillow talk

tufts of feather fall
and make my shoulders heave with pain
eyes nibbling at the potential desire
lying next to me
bring my mildewed blood
to a boil, nearly!

rasp anguish
uncoils
and nostrils flare in mock anger
but the satiny strain
on your forehead gives it all away

i can see through
not so tightly shut eyes
that you are awake
lumbered with similar thoughts of
a crisp embrace
that will make us drift afar, together

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