Sunday, February 5, 2012

Keeping Me From Rest

If I arch to you
I feel the studs behind the wall
and you soak into my mind.

I watch as your eloquence
befalls you
when you enter from the gloom.

Then your shadow falls on me
like a long unrest -
torn from a sleepless night.

You bathe me, while I wait
scratching shutters across my chest
ravishing my body
slipping between the sheets...unseen.

Keeping me from rest.

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