Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Sleeping past noon
In a half shuttered room
Where I can lay down beside you
In the din and the dark
And the pale blue light
Of the sun barely leaking through the shades.
It crawls across the floor on it's hands and it's knees
Like a child sneaking into our room.
We hide under cotton and white linen bed sheets
And whisper as if anyone might hear us.
This is the only place I can find you,
And this is the only place we call home.
A world apart and a sanctuary together
We stay here until the day is unavoidable.
Until the bells in the street begin calling my name
Until all the unseen roads with their many hands
Beckon and call you onto them
With bleary eyes and wild hair
We drift in this bed
Lost at sea.

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