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.

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    • dunstancarter
    • July 8th, 2008

    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.

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