Saturday, February 28, 2015

Too Much
















Between the snow days 
and the sick days,
I stayed home 
too much.
I stayed in bed 
too much.
and I thought 
of us 
too much:
A concept
unborn and fertilized


only in my mind. 


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  1. Unsettled in my mind
    The thought of us
    Hope and eagerness trying to find
    This lost of trust
    The clock in this cellar ticking away
    The man in white stared and leered
    My mind shouted I must leave I must find a way
    My eyes returned to him as he feared
    Calculations of minutes raced with haste
    Sprinting while pondering was best
    Hoping I would be first to see her grace
    I am blessed for I have her breast
    Her back against my own
    Her lovely supportive spine next to my bone

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