Wednesday, March 19, 2008

In the space right before sleep
I can feel the touch of your lips
The slight pressure of hand on back
As you crawl into bed
Setting things into place
Like puzzle pieces as we lay
In that space it lasts forever
Like only dreams can
Filled with heat and light
Depth in brevity
A concerto from you to me


Anonymous said...

Cool poem, man.

(And thanks for voting in my blog poll! =] )

Michael said...


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