Friday, March 15, 2013

Pillow Non-Talk (Poetry)

You run your hands through my hair
Fingers get locked on tangles
Yet you push through
We both stare blankly for a moment
The moment lulls
And we enjoy each others presence
Before I become dashing and chatty
Before we both become. . .embroiled

The moment lulls
And like smoke, my anxieties

Nothing so strange

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