17460, waking dream... Posted by Morehouse, Sat Oct-08-05 06:00 PM
i awake to warm air brushing across my liquor-laden lips hoping it's you breathing, leaning in to kiss my morning into being...only it's not you, just a product of me leaving the window open the night before when i pondered jumping out of it.
*********************************** "I loved those poems that seemed so small on the page but that swelled in the mind; I didn’t like the windy, dwindling kind." -Louise Gluck
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