fire stoking
I.
Her bright eyes are
pulling sunrises
into sleep
and
her stick thin hands are
smoothing out
the sheets
like piano keys.
II.
Look at how much
like me
she is,
leaning into the
mutterings of
a kiss.
Then
all around a whisper of voices ends
and a slowly dream
dawns.
Excellent poem. Slightly William Carlos Williams (I’ve always liked his poetry). Glad you liked my ‘Ravens’ poem. I’ll put a link to your blog on mine. Keep up the good work.