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


....

3 comments:

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! :-)