A sleepless midweek night slips
into the morning unnoticed;
remnants of the party a night before
are scattered across the kitchen table;
the wine stained carpet and the
hole in the wall-

but in between that
dusk and this dawn, a drawn out
denouement is distraction enough
to disregard the damage done;

quietly, in this bed
beyond the reach of hangers on
and vagabonds
you and i silently greet the dawn
with a gentle hello;
more timid than the night we'd
outlived; but a beautiful
reminder that there will be
so many more of these to come;

and the hole in the wall
and the wine stained carpet
and the scattered mess of bottles on the table
are the vague remnants of a clouded memory;

and yet,
her figure and
face and fingers
tracing shapes across
bodies interlaced is etched
so clearly that it seems
a lucid dream to me now;

one which i've not yet left
nor ever hope to leave.

07/10/2008

Posted on 07/10/2008
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