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[dragonslayer]

Morning and Night

In the morning,
when she makes the bed
so we line up,
when we lie
in perfect symmetry,
the hours pass with the fan
a quiet circle overhead,
spinning us to sleep.

During the night, we are apart.
You crumple--
exiled to the foot of the bed
in a furious tangle,
cocooned into yourself.
I lay taut, heavy with loss,
and wait
for the gray flush of morning
and you to spread over me
so we can fall into place together.

Comments

[assume-a-virtue.livejournal.com]

I love it. I wish you had art for it, except I don;t know if art would capture what I get off of it. I like reading the stuff you write-- I wish you'd write more of it, honestly, because I'd love to see it.