Laying underbeds, not undercovers
That sweet claustrophobic feel
The smell of moisture, dank and musky dust
A sense that more is real
Flashlight phone, awkward position, four a.m.
Time to write
Between shadows and under strands of hair
I hide from nonchalant eyes and emotions
Stowing carefully my demise and devotions
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/27/2008 01:31PM by G47.
"Demise and devotions" a great juxtaposition of these two. Nicely done, G47.
Les
Thanks Les, I aim to please
Thanks Peter