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she sleeps wrapped
silent as a bouquet of black flowers editing the pauses between her thoughts the fan whispers a language all of its own tremulous breathless mimicking the outside rising whistling wind a cloud looms and floats within her mind the thought of returning home to a place she's yet to discover next to her, sonorous and snoring he is... tossed on the waves of his breath-filled sleep he wrestles with formless phantoms cunning, they are and how do they know how to read his thoughts? kissing his cheek murmuring she half-speaks: "you're alright sweet pea, I'm here..." knowing they both need their days in the sun to evaporate their fear when I'm on the outside looking in I think where's my path... where do I fit? there's gaps in my breathing as I lie awake in your bed small gasps restlessness questions the hoping for better and mixed in the gratitude for some days just how it is knowing the fine regard how they share for one other is the saving glue the glimmer of light which turns blackness into sunrise and dawning pink-tinged blue. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 4;49PM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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