Dust Sheets

Suddenly staring intently at a particular spot on the wall,
a sudden glance out the same old back-patio facing window,
putting your reading glasses on as if they're a mask
are tactics you use to hide your secrets,

You cut the silence with your sharpened shoulder blades,
I try to remain poker faced but my eyes flicker for a split second;
today might be the day you let our false foundations crumble,
but then you glance at your watch and another secret is reburied,

I used to wonder why you wait for me to fall asleep first,
heaven forbid you should talk in your sleep –
your subconscious is desperate to weigh anchor,
instead you toss and turn and leave question marks on our skin.



Poetry by Stars&Pills
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Written on 2013-11-27 at 02:26

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Wow, S&P, I love this. The tension's as sharp as those shoulder blades and my own shoulders tensed as I entered the scene, feeling an anticipation that stirred a lot of memories. The last two lines are stunning. Applause!
2013-12-02



The thoughts which which others impose on us, when we are connected to another.

This is excellent, as real as it gets.
2013-11-27