image

 

a moan from the bedroom

dawn

marketa coming out of a dream

 

sheet and comforter thrown aside   

nightgown 

twisted up around her waist

 

a bad dream   she says

it's okay   i say

standing over her

 

i am transfixed by the nudity 

by the rhythm 

of her breathing as the dream falls away

 

as she settles back into sleep

i am yet transfixed

 

 

 





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Written on 2024-07-06 at 14:45

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree one of your best - the image of the lover, tender and immediate, not a word wasted.
2024-07-16


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
This is one of your best. Very WCW-esque. That second verse is perfection
2024-07-08


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Besotted. A state I find myself in from repeatedly. :) Nicely described in poetic form, my friend.
Blessings, Allen
2024-07-06