Sunlight rises to cast another blanket
across this sleeping couple,
coercing us to stir
from our warm bedding.
I fit just as a key
under your arm.
Though the day beckons,
I would sooner push the sun down.
You rumble from slumber
and I caress my skin across yours.
The covers settle into bundles
and we spend hours there.
The light burns through shades,
time echoes through existence.
While we can ignore the sun,
we can't elude the clock.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
