the sun is a secret legend in the dark

by November 26, 2014 0 comments

on nowhere’s edge
the blinds let in

a runner
of moonlight

like some old movie
we forgot we loved again

the deep regularity
of your breathing

tells me you
may really be asleep

our neighbors are
trees

branches on windows
and tongues

against the gin
writing and writing

i am numb with
silent noise

you roll in
to me

and i
am lost

editors note:

In the mid of night, the sun is only a story. A warm body is real. – mh

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