Saturday, February 5, 2011

waking up empty -- Poetry 2011

snuggle spoons
wrapped in comfort
asleep holding hands.
warmth softly intimate
radiates into dreams;
rhythmic breathing,
syncopated heartbeats,
sunrise melts memories…
it's strange how the dead
can be immortal if you
are dreaming of them.


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