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Or
by Kristine BrieseI wake
and my body remembers
you are near.
I turn slowly, the
sheet sliding over my skin.
A stray moonbeam has captured
your face: a miracle.
I move closer, wanting.
Your eyes open at the motion.
Yes, they say. Yes.
or
I wake
and my body remembers
you are near.
I turn slowly, the
sheet sliding over new bruises.
A cruel moonbeam has captured
your face: a warning.
I move back, frightened.
Your eyes open at the motion.
Run, they say. Just try it. 04/02/2002 Posted on 04/02/2002
Copyright © 2024 Kristine Briese
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/31/02 at 07:18 PM Excellent juxtaposition, Kris. I believe we discussed the two sides here sometime ago. Glad you decided to include both. :oD |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 06/02/07 at 06:50 PM I guess 'And' would have been an equally valid (but less appropriate) title. 3's a crowd, 4 is a multitude. Sliding sheets revealing the substance of what happens behind sliding doors. |
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