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Poesia

I like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.

David's resting, long and with his eyes closed

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by MistyMoncur

by MistyMoncur

I am thinking of the drive down—

the Mexican take-out and the ugly man in the blue car yawning

as we sped past.

The morning passes,

and I am thinking of David’s eyebrows—

perfectly curved and visible, frowning with a handsome invitation

to inflame. Briefly,

I inflame.

I am thinking of tomorrow

and of my mother in terms of yesterday.

And my eyes turn back to David, resting,

dancing in his stillness, wakening me in his sleep.