July 31, 2008

SLEEPING IN BLUE JEANS





mornings sick in bed
time spent asleep on
unmade sheets
and your mouth full of
unsaid things
as the window light
is perched upon that
thin line on the
back of your neck
that same one which
your hair kisses each afternoon
a solemn reminder
of that ancient
deceitful manner of ruin

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"as the window light
is perched upon that
thin line on the
back of your neck
that same one which
your hair kisses each afternoon"

I love this...