Friday, September 12, 2014

In the stillness

Our memories half forgotten
Breaks me in two
Dis-inhabited form
I regress, fall out of form,  recognize the bow of your lip from a distance you laugh as my knees bend
I a loss for motion
Still, finally from words
Find my mooring
Creeping moans ricochet
I between my fresh sheets which have never welcomed anyone save me
Move against time

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