Slept in far too late and now my head aches
Slip me another pill, wait until the
Pain dissolves like the soil in the window boxes
Washed away by last nights storm
The sky is too blue for me
The reflection of sun on rooftops hurts
Draw the curtains, draw the curtains, scatter the ashes….
He’s curled up on the bed
In the darkened bedroom
Gilded nest of dark blankets enfold his
Smooth porcelain skin in a cocoon of dreams
Why are the backs of his knees so impossibly soft?
Just to tempt me to wake him with caresses?
Not enough clouds to hide under….
I fear that in this weather
God can see, far too much.
And I can’t see a thing.
Judge me- I'm yours.
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the title drew me in after i added somethign to your addline, and now, your poetry reflects what i think i should have seen in your username. a uniqueness that rivals even some of the best poets i've seen on this site. beautiful.
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I enjoyed reading this poem very much. There are no words to describe how great this poem is.
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