Wednesday, March 25, 2015

August and counting

daybreak in your world
evening in mine
and all that lies between us
is a word
we pretend
not to see
in our sleep

but don't look now
the sensation
from turning
your head could
be fatal



Whatever said...

time is bound to catch us all in the end,
and I might just turn my head all the way round
to exorcise this space between us
or exercise my inner demons
because I might just catch your eye
I might get to feel your smile.

zonedin said...

I just want it to be June so I can sleep later and wake slowly to the birds and squirrels playing in the trees.

WritingsForLife said...

I love the opening of this poem! :-)