buttoned down eyes

struggle to open,

sunbeams poured into the bowl

milk a cold half empty vessel,

we have drained each other,

scuffed table thread scratches

did we need electric lights

or the cigarettes not lit,

crackle of another star dying,

limbs bare

outside sirens call,

no matter what others think

there where wolves in the wood

warning voices raise to the moon,

yet as frail apes

we still smoked,

coffee forgotten got drunk

mornings so hard to translate,

she wished to the height of man

and i looked down,

clutter of the everyday pushed

aside as we made love again,

and know that nature will save

us

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Comments
  1. “mornings so hard to translate” love it – nice poem, nice phrases….

  2. I feel a kindred spirit coming on 😉

  3. Member’s Tribute Part 1 ( on the Anniversary Page) has your Tribute Halo.

  4. Karen S says:

    Nature has a way of making everything better! Strong images in every line brings them and their situation very clearly!

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