Monday, July 22, 2013

The space between sleep and wake: a poem.

The wind gust
swept in through the small
window above our heads,

and I was sure  it was a woman
you had invited into our bed
without my permission.

You stirred and stole the blanket.  
Finding another, I wrapped myself  
in a cocoon, glad for the warmth,

the dark and the quiet,  ready for the next visitor.

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