bedroom windows by Carissa Dewey each morning there its barren branches twisted self the same dark birds on its hallow limbs my beside window I wake and watch each season those barren limbs all I am as I am in your embrace and I feel my maternal instincts desperately begging for me to agree but this tree those lifeless branches And you hot wet on top of me as I turn away 07/08/2013 Posted on 07/08/2013 Copyright © 2025 Carissa Dewey Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)