I close my eyes and
lean into my chair.
The radio plays a funky tune.
Above,
lush green leaves dance
against blindingly white clouds.
- 17 Feb 2008
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Poem of the moment
- Poem for the girl on my left arm -
It's warm beneath the sheets and
already bright outside.
Opening my eyes i brush away
Strands of hair
That during the night had drifted
Across my chest.
I turn my head
And see eyelids slightly pale,
Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut
Against the light dripping through the blinds.
I shelter them with my shadow,
Then splash
A gentle kiss.
It's warm beneath the sheets and
already bright outside.
Opening my eyes i brush away
Strands of hair
That during the night had drifted
Across my chest.
I turn my head
And see eyelids slightly pale,
Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut
Against the light dripping through the blinds.
I shelter them with my shadow,
Then splash
A gentle kiss.
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