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Eighth of October

by Trisha De Gracia

Hush all around

-soft

like the nonsound

of snow through the air

 in blankets.



You and me

 in delicious warmth

   beneath the cotton pulled up

  to each chin

we sleep

like children do

and reach

for one another

through the mute

of dark

       and quiet.









The knot

inside my womb

is gently

freed.

10/10/2004

Author's Note: When it came to loving you, did you ever really give me a choice?

Posted on 10/10/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 10/10/04 at 08:31 PM

This is so pretty... and so easy to picture.

Posted by Richard Vince on 10/12/04 at 12:45 PM

this made me smile. very nicely captured. thank you.

Posted by Christina Bruno on 10/14/04 at 05:03 AM

beautiful :)

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